In the mornings,
I make a crown of daisies
to remind myself that I am in fact worth it,
fit for a queen,
the stems woven tightly together,
an unwavering reminder of the encouragement from the ones stronger than I,
yet still enduring this same hurt. 

As the day progresses,
the stems loosen,
the flowers wither,
and, similarly,
so does my belief that I matter.