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 Apr 2015 sandz111
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And so it was
a boy of twenty
too old to know better
  but too young to know any less
fastened together
by bits of broken glass
like an armour of shrapnel
  reflecting light
a prism of sound
shattering the empty silence
because if they were afraid to change
than he was the boy
with the eyes of a last child
  who was afraid of not changing
and there's one thing I hope
he never forgets
that life should be lived
without regrets.
Self Worthlessness is a completely,
temporary phase of human maturation.
It persists within the passing ignorance of youth,
And fades with the realization of eventual
adult wisdom gained over time.

The suffering within the journey,
Builds character and worth.
It's earned, not a birthright.
Inspired by the numerous poems of too many
bright and attractive young people, male and
female that appear here on HP every day.
Poems that reflect the profoundly sad
feelings of perfectly wonderful humans,
who will overcome in time, their momentary
predicaments of doubting their own self-worth.  
I have so often wished to reach out to them and
try to assure them that we have all been there.
Take heart, the journey gets better with age.

— The End —