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Self-Apraisal

My value is up in the air again. “Be confident,” they say. “Do your best!” But what is my best? When all my contributions are turned back, when my best is thrown away, I need to reassess. Perhaps the value I've given is not valuable. When I am trapped in a single uncomplimentary description, when they smile and turn away, am I now worthless? I may decide I am worth a kings ransom and my thoughts and actions his right hand but I cannot be confident in the assessment unless there is one willing to buy.
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Mar 7, 2016
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On sticks and stones

censuring tones

and going home alone.

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#reflection#worth#confidence#value#lonliness
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