How do you value yourself?
Where do you place your value?
By how many guys like you?
By what social status you have?
By the job title you have obtained?
By the material products you have in your possession?
I didn't think about any of those.
I just looked at my arm.
Why did I do that?
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
