Priceless Wonder
Looking in the mirror, at a face filled with doubt.
Staring, pacing, silently, patting pockets without clout.
By the world's standards credit is not granted or given,
to those of us, strivin' and strugglin' by livin'.
A world's definition, or measurement of one's worth,
forces us to look deeper through our eyes into the depth,
deep inside of one's self.
Only to find a undiscovered value.
Priceless.
But then the world, and some of it's reality,
grabs a hold of our hands and minds ability.
Reminding us of the seeds it's sown,
stunning, staggering potential, and capabilities.
The unknown.
Priceless.
Then suddenly.
The mirror itself reflects a little light exclusive to one and only you.
A voice within, internal sends you it's timeless clues.
Believe in yourself, you'd hear it say.
In spite of the world,
Despite the world,
it's doubts.
YOU,
in a word.
PRICELESS.
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