Your Worth

You know this, Tanisha—
you were never meant to be hurt.
You are the rarest demand,
a price no ordinary soul can afford.

Calm like deep oceans,
soft-hearted yet unbreakable,
sweet as rasgulla,
graceful as Princess Diana’s light.

Your worth is sacred—
not meant for careless hands.
Not a single soul
can touch what you truly are.

You are the queen of hearts,
the queen of seasons,
the queen born from
your parents’ prayers and love.

No one is allowed to wound you,
for your soul is too pure—
so pure that no one can buy it,
so rare that no one can even dream
of owning it.

Stay close to your soul.
Protect it from demons,
for this world is crowded with them,
and angels are rare.

Your dreams are vast.
Your aims are fearless.
They cannot be achieved easily—
so do not let distractions steal you away.

It is easy to lose yourself,
but painfully hard to find your way back.
This road is not straight, my darling,
even birds lose their path in the sky.

So now, remember—
remember your path
at every single destination you reach.

Because you were never ordinary.
You were always worth everything.

— ♡ Tanisha