Your Worth beneath the Sun

She walks the earth with head hung low

Unsure of where she fits.

She’s watched the skies and searched below

And seen the way the spirit splits

In two when someone makes a choice,

Resolving toward a certain chord.

Regretful phantoms lend their voice

To the road left unexplored.

 

But regardless of the path that’s chosen,

You’ve made the choice your own.

I could say your burning doubts are frozen

By the branch of life you’ve grown.

 

What deeds you’ve done,

What songs you’ve sung.

Do you know your worth beneath the sun

Ever since the air first rushed to fill each lung?

 

But beyond an account of acts alone,

A more fundamental undertone

Recalls to mind a lullaby

For babies, birds, and bards who’ve yet to fly.

 

Even if you didn’t do

The amazing things you’ve done,

Your endless value still stands true,

For you live within life’s web beneath the sun.

 

So lift your head and hold it high.

Your worth would more than fill the sprawling sky.

I finished this one a while ago, but it didn't seem like the right time to share because the weather here was cloudy and rainy. It's still cloudy and cool (not so much rain anymore), but the sun came out today as I was walking. When I got home and looked through my poems to decide which one to share, this one seemed right today. It speaks to the inherent value within each person, regardless of who you are.