Worth
twerp
February 13th
I am as blank as a page
floating about in the wind.
Ready when you need me,
ready on a whim.
I am as useful as a lost pen
words trapped inside me,
spoken at the will of men
spoken at others stead.
I am as big as a balloon
as big as you let me be
big, if you let me be.
I am not, however,
subjected to be unseen.
I am as worthy as the rest
as worthy as I can be.
azurePond
February 13th
@twerp This poem beautifully captures the quiet power of potential—how the smallest moments, like an empty page or a lost pen, hold vast room for meaning and purpose. I love the subtle reminder that even in stillness, there is worth, and that we are as big and impactful as we allow ourselves to be. Such a thoughtful reflection.