Worthiness

Clothes spilling over the edges of my bed,
My closet, skin peeled open, showing the world her secrets
And mine.
Buried beneath nights of dreaming and broken jewellery,
Hidden under my bright scarves and a thread of hope
That all the stories and poems I've
Written in the dark
Spilling and scratching
Ink and graphite 
On papers and scraps
Despair. Longing. Love.
Would all come to light 
Just as sure as the Earth's gravity anchors me to the mud
And the slight tug of the moon, all the way across
Vast oceans of space, causing the water to rise and fall
Like my chest as I breathe.
Will these letters ever spell anything as beautiful
As the beauty I witness?
My mind in a tumult.
But my heart beats steady.
I am worth the universe.