You don't have to whisper the words for it to be true. The world will tell me that I am not enough.

From the moments I drink coffee alone while staring out my window.
To the light and fire not being on when I arrive home.

Moments of sadness. Loneliness.

Worthlessness creeps like vines around my world.

Yet I still laugh with friends but not out of joy. Out of the fear that if I do not laugh now I may never again.

You drive home to your loved one. House full of noise. Sometimes you wish for peace and quiet.

I drive home to silence so defeaning it ruins any chance of peace.

Have no fear- the world still tells me I am not enough. Because why would a man be enough when he brings a kind heart and soul?

Through crumbling castle rubble guarding you with his shield. Chivalry no longer enough to seduce.

The world still tells me I am not enough by any measure of a man. Wallet too small, house too old, body too large.

A battle rages on as we enter the new dark ages. Poverty and disease fill my heart and soul. For teens years we did battle but to rouse mid thirties is foolish.

Lay down your arms. Show the world your worthlessness. A battle lost is a battle no longer fought.

At this the world tells me I have no value. No worth. Either living or dead my value matters not.

© Swiftonic Poetry