Her name was worthy.
She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.
With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.
Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.
Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.
Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.
She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”
Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.
Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.
©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness