She grieves,
it hurts

She panics,
it freezes

She chokes,
it feels real

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

Emptiness.
Pain.
Rejection.

She grieves

Even the vaccuum cleaner
feels
like a life lost,
a space lost

where 
friends
held her soul when all
she could do was 
break, fear
and break even more

Here.
Nothing.
Not welcome.
Never missed.

Why did she come back?

Where does worthiness live?

Inside, my child
Inside your own heart
Inside your own being

That is what will carry you home.

Worthiness.
Love.
Life.





Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025