Value

 

I find myself sinking into the sick stillness that they slumber in;
Thoughts drifting and focus fading
As they over-exaggerate the ripples of a pond skimmer
On the surface of their life.

It is hard not to give in to their lulling sound,
The words creep into mind and roost;
I begin to doubt whether what I value
Is actually worth considering;
The parts of my mind that I cherish most
Become superfluous
As I decide to rid myself of them

Until

A spark of anger ignites the embers
Of my dying mind and all I would have lost
Floods back.
“There is no such thing as inherent value.”
I tell myself, the barriers of my mind strengthening with every word,
“The only value is that which you decide to apply.”
And I smile and make my exit
-Relatively intact and remaining independent.

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