Worthy

How do we learn to see our own value, when the reflections of the world are rippled and distorted, and our souls feel ragged and worthless?

How do we learn to see our own value, when the reflections of the world are rippled and distorted, and our souls feel ragged and worthless?

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Choices

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it isn’t good enough           whispers my heart

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THEN WHAT,              screams my head,                         IS?!

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my heart is a dreamer.     an idealist.

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my mind is an old-man underwriter.

                scripter of worst-case-scenario analytics.

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i am seven thousand different voices

                or sometimes four

                                or four million

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and agreement is a precious gem, buried deep.

                                rough, unpolished, and usually lost.

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what i know, looks like an excel sheet.

what i feel, looks like a Bosch painting.

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what I decide…   

                                                                           could change everything.

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