My Treasure

Harmony (Dust) Grillo Blog, Life After The Sex Industry

by Chrissy Woodward

There’s no hidden corner
you can blend yourself into.
There’s no secret room
where eyes can’t find you.
Your shame and your fear
make you think love isn’t real.
But it’s pure and it’s honest
Despite what you feel.

I know you feel unworthy
as you take all the blame.
You’ve been responding to a call
forgetting your real name.
There’s no longer a mask named Candy or Star,
you’re Loved, Valued, Purposed…
Treasured above all.

My Treasure, you’re faultless,
you’re forgiven, you’re found.

Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Love creates the most beautiful sound.

Please take your new name
and with power declare what’s true.
For you no longer turn around
for names that aren’t you.

I’m calling you closer,
to a place safe with me.
Beyond what you could fathom,
I can’t wait for you to see!
It’s a place of open fields
stretched as far as they can go,
with flowers waiting to bloom
and soft, green grass between your toes.

You’re in a radiant, white dress
creating a sunlit dance,
while the wind whispers songs
of truth and a courageous romance.

You are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.





Chrissy Woodward

Treasures Volunteer