I wouldn't know the feeling associated with being valuable
I know vulnerable, I do know that
I know painful and invisible, dismissible and disposable
I know, "keep your nose outta trouble" hypocritical
I know the day-to-day that tries in every way to keep you face down while you play it off as being humble
It's your mind but can't join the huddle
While any spare time is stolen by the mental struggle
The battle plan is and always was simple,
"Toss more at him than he can handle,"
"More than humanly, no, humanely possible"
It's sad though
Because my recall is abysmal so I don't know
If I've never had my hands on a handle
****** from the get-go
Now just ruins of what was easily let go
By the many that have come before and there'll be more for sure though

©2024

I have nothing valuable besides you
Don't have a single cent
Lost every possession
You are the one thing that hasn't left

It’s the deeper meaning of things
that makes them valuable

is...

















the woman who gave birth to you.

No more truth or dares
Continuously becoming more aware
Instead of asking why things aren't fair
I remember there's a reason why we carry
a spare

Fallible
Fallible
Valuable
Valuable

Lesson
Learned
Giving thanks to why it occurred
The universe wants you to not focus on the words
But on the feeling that you now behold

If anger should appear
Look at it and realize it stems from fear
Just
Put faith in the universe
That the solution is closer than near

Inner peace is the most freeing thing
Because only you can decide on how you
will be
Not outside factors that will eventually flee