Anonymous writings

Old reliable well

I sit around rotting and waiting for something or someone to pour my resources into. 

I need to stop and pour them into myself.

Nurture myself like I do other people and things.

Love myself wholeheartedly for the depth, beauty and purpose I hold.

Appreciate the elements within me and remain strong as these stone bricks that are my base.

So I can admire my own cleanliness and be proud when I overflow into my surrounding village.

I need to realize that I am worthy in where I presently stand whether I'm deemed useful or not.