Wildline

When I look in the mirror a stranger stares back

Worry, anxiety, fear, and doubt attack

All at once I am lost and confused

Judgment leaves my soul hurt and bruised

Who am I meant to be

Bound and shackled will I ever be free

Will I find my worth and learn to be me

I ponder still about my destiny

What is my worth

Measured by my appearance

Tested by my perseverance

I hold on to the pain

I’m left crying in the rain

Even when I try to train

I always feel the same

Determined by my popularity and fame  

I’m left without purpose

What is my worth 

Morphing into different shapes

Hiding behind the complex drapes

Hiding behind a toxic mask

To fit in is all I ask 

Weak and unempowered, I feel like I can’t 

The deafening utterance, a resounding chant

Hopeless and wilting, a dying plant

Existing in a conceived hoax

What is my worth

I look beyond the sky

Wishing not to die

For the stars will shine

They will one day be fine

They will rise on high

Their story exposed, not shy

Not hidden, not a lie

One day they will realize

What is my worth 

Worth more than money can buy

Worth more than oversimplified

Worth more than a thought, an ideology 

Worth more than the drops in the sea

Worth more than what they say

Worth more than the sun’s ray

Worth more than a ruined day

Worth more than society’s way

Now I understand

It seems like it’s over

But maybe it’s only begun

No more am I a lingering rover

The potential revealed in truth

Empowered and raw, it can never be undone

Not going back and no longer living uncouth

This is my worth

I rise, I emerge 

I find my worth