Worth

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What is worth?

Does it hurt?

To choose yourself instead of someone else

What is the cost?

To lose yourself in their gaze, their soul, their touch

My mind feels stuffed with all the words I didn’t say

The importance of releasing my thoughts is so I’m not consumed by the silence

But the cost? The cost of my words is the equivalent of a death

Even though not a physical one it still hurts

Am I prepared to die to experience my rebirth?

Am I prepared to speak my truth so I defend what I’m worth?

How do I know I’m the catch if I’m caught up

What is worth?

By definition it’s value

But if someone shows you attention that you value does mean it’s worth it?

Do you grow without it? Let it all go and find out if you can fly?

Or do you just stand there and watch life pass by?

Is it worth the wait if you feel the weight adding up with the inaction you don’t take?

What is worth?

Is it the love you give yourself or the love you receive?

Is it making the hard choices or accepting the easy

If it’s worth it, will it always be hard?

What is all of this worth?

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Published by E. Lee V.

Blue Lady but I am never Blue. I am a reflection of the sky, positive virtue. I flow like water. I rain through the thunder. My soul so vivid, Sapphire, I am a wonder. I use the pen to creatively express the beat my heart makes. With every stroke, I strike emotions, - vividly exposing my arms where my heart lives. Feeling tender to touch, with a tight clutch, almost refusing to put the paper down to let my mind soak up this lyrical sense of my being. Refusing to empathize with myself, looking at this black and white masterpiece and questioning it's self worth. Allowing the ink to seep into my bloodstream, - I meditate. I am a queen in my own right, and a goddess to creation. My lines are just proof that the storm has arrived. I am here.

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