The grape jelly covers the wall,
the only remnants of an emotional explosion. 

I try so hard to hold it in,  obsessing over "My precious"
But I am safe. so safe. I can tell how I am feeling here and will still be loved. 

I am still worthy and still adored
I am still beautiful and strong

Its ok to have waves rush through me, and its ok to feel unlovable and unworthy
and its ok to say you feel those things, and why.

the world will not end.