On and off.
God puts my soul back in
Like a credit card paying.
Then withdrawls it again.
I would like to be the value.
Wherever it may go.
Blessed and whole,
On some great trajectory.
I must curate this path,
Sometimes molding the pavers myself.
Under the sun,
making my way to building something.
How many of you readers never feel your value?
You may not ever be able to measure your worth.
The worth we carry in ourselves is arbitrary.
The value others put on us, capricious.
So sometimes in the most silent of whispers.
I listen with all of my capacity,
As God says to me straight,
Believe in yourself.
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