Poems of the Night

Worth of Everything

I have dermatitis

But that won't lessen the beauty

That I see within me.

I am short

Not tall enough to reach a shelf

But I wanted people to take me serious

Even though I look like a child that's mischievous.

I am fat

And some people laugh whenever I try

To squeeze this body into an old trousers that I own.

They call me names that sometimes I can't bare

But I do my best to shut my ears

And look forward for a brighter day.

I am young but I teach

They doubt my knowledge

And see me as a joke

But that doesn't stop me

To fulfill my reason.

I am a dreamer 

That aims too high

I try so hard

To the point that my wings starts to falter

Unable to flap a little farther.

But I have an angel

Who gives me a little boost

A little strength but enough

To push through

And reach that glimmering stars of the night sky.

At the end of the day

We always doubt ourselves

Scared of the screams

That always pulls us down;

Asking ourselves if there's anymore meaning

To this world that we call life.

We are scarred to the bones

And that is okay

Our worth doesn't depend on how we see ourselves in the mirror

Rather, our worth is measured on how we see ourselves in the eyes of our souls.

June 13, 2020