It is not where you have been,
or the color of your skin,
that determines your real worth.
God loved you before your birth!
So…be still, listen and know:
what life will to you, now show,
and wherever hence will trod,
He is with you…Go with God.
- by Darrell Simmerman © 2025
Self-Worth- Mythic
My Self-worth is not defined
By my monotony
Nor by the bright elation that
Rises in me.
My emotions shift like
Passing Storms-
But my worth is older than
Weather.
My Self-worth is not defined
By anyone's opinions.
People speak from their own
Shadows,
Their own fractured mirrors
None of them rewrite me.
My Self-worth is not bent by
Perception,
Nor altered by misunderstanding.
It stands like an ancient pillar,
Carved from memory.
My Self-worth is mine-
Innate, steady,
Unshaken by Darkness or
Light.
My Self-worth remains.
Time reveals fragility
The status quo is a jester
A one-hit wonder
Soon lies under
The corpses of the investor
Entropy speeds up
Clinging to the last quarter
Tides recede
As they need
To find a new supporter
A pocket full of smooth, round
stones,
A beetle crawling in the grass,
The tallest tree that I can climb,
And watching fluffy clouds
pass.
A secret kept by my best friend,
The perfect song to clear my
head,
A locked diary beneath the
floor,
And all the words left unsaid.
A quiet house before the dawn,
The monthly rent paid right on
time,
A steady hand to hold my own,
And mountains I still hope to
climb.
The health of those I love the
most,
A peaceful night of restful
sleep,
The quiet joy of letting go,
And memories I get to keep.
The warmth of sun upon my
face,
A rocking chair, a cup of tea,
A long and winding story told,
And knowing they'll remember
me.
No second Chances. Just thinking out loud.
IM TAKING OFF WITH THE WEATHEr.
Wake up to something new———-………
the day awakens and wants you to come out and play
They circled my desk
I drew flowers on my page
The bell rang; I stayed
Far simpler to pray the older one gets,
the awareness of little time left wraps your mind
and thoughts and regrets flood your inner being.
How sad that I cannot relate this age-old wisdom,
this depth of tranquility, to those that have years to squander.
I wonder if the feeling of remorse and the worth of a prayer
is only revealed to us when we can almost touch
the gates of the great here after.
All these little flaws
That you see in my design,
Can you get rid of them
If they’re so easy to find?
I’m not perfect, but I’m horribly designed.
All these imperfections built within me
Only keep holding me back from
Being the best person that I can be.
I wonder if I can give you the keys
To control my thoughts and actions,
Create the perfect me that can please.
Maybe there’s some worth in that.
Reality keeps slipping through my fingers.
I can no longer see what matters to me.
It might be best for someone else to take over.
I’ve done nothing meaningful with these hands of mine.
The darkness where I can fade into calls me.
I could take one more step and be gone.
I don’t have to worry about how I was designed,
Because all the imperfections will disappear.
Lock me behind bars,
Hide my eyes under the cloudy sky.
Sweet to burn my heart,
Kiss my nape and burn my soul.
Lovely crime, to love a boy.
He despises the fate I write,
The will I wish to sign.
O dear Lord, I beg as I close the closet,
How gay, and never overjoyed,
Over loving a man who hates my wine.
I plead to close the gates of my closet,
So, I never let him out of my mind.
Diamonds locked inside the safe.
The fountains ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ocean,
The winds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ mix for ever
With ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ emotion;
Nothing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ is single;
All things ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
¦¦¦ the mountains kiss ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ the waves ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And the sunlight clasps ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ the moonbeams ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
What is all this ¦¦¦¦¦ work worth
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
(Blackout of Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley)
I trusted you with my heart
You let me down
Yet you try to convince me
that you deserve another chance
~ have you had a change of heart?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
In the vast universe of crowd around
One forgets to feel his own presence and charm
Everything else seem so perfect and impeccable
One does not value his own potential and worth
But,when one realizes his inner self
He understands his soul and worth
He starts to love himself
Fearing no lies and betrayal
Though the world is full of lies and fallacies
The inner self knows,what he is
No one can fool him with a fake smile
Once he follows the path of wisdom
In solitude, one feels his value
Understanding, what he seeks
Loving thyself is the greatest feeling
The worth of which,nobody can rate
When one understands his thoughts and beliefs
He knows,what he actually needs
The emotions and feelings that the heart holds
In search of inner self, one can know
One understands what he believes and why
Does not need any approval from others to survive...
The New Favorite
She looks great in my clothes, atleast that's what everybody says,
Like I wasn't the reason they noticed them in the first place.
She laughs with all my friends like she's always belonged,
I hate that she fits in so fast where it took me so long.
She wears my sweater like she's discovered something rare,
And I spend the whole night pretending I don't care.
She says the same things I used to and somehow they sound brand new,
But maybe everything hits different when it's not coming from you.
And I hate the girl I become whenever she walks in,
Like confidence is something only one of us can win.
And maybe that's the difference that took me years to learn,
She's wearing what I wore, but she can't be the person that i am.
I've spent so long worrying that she's going to take everything from me, that I forgot the one thing she can never have: the person I became because of it.
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