Lacklustre with gloomy glow,
Is how you are when you're low.
Days cluttered with episodes of sombre and pain,
Making you, both slighted and inane.
Compelling you to question your worth
"Have I been useless since my birth?"
Remember though; like diamonds tucked in darkness or soiled in dust
Don't lose their value or rot or rust,
Whether you're sinking in a mire or have fallen in a pit,
You will always be a precious gift.
No matter the depth and length of your suffering
Why portray yourself in a negative light?
As they are simply the test of your might.
So let these occurrences add to the very many trinkets of your learning.
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled Echoes
PoëziePoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
