Acrostic
Assessing Your Worth: Strategies for Self-Reflection
Determining your worth We all find ourselves questioning how far we can go and estimate our value, what we bring to the table, and how much we can foster evidence that we are worth it and that our presence is meaningful in the room we muster up our courage to be in. Ever find yourself in that mindset of having to earn the right to be in every room and beholding your self-worth at the mercy of others? It is exhausting to think that you need to prove yourself constantly. We live in a world where it is easier for people to deprecate and devalue others, trying their best to burden their insecurities on them and make themselves feel superior, rather than honoring genuine human connection and making the person feel heard and seen. While it is easier to forge superiority over connection, empathy and genuine openness to one another are what we need as a community to foster our social well-being.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Flashcards/Study Guides
Being a nurse/teacher now a book reviewer and educational writer I am creating through my writing various kinds of materials that can help readers in various learning endeavors. This idea is an acrostic poem on the purpose of flashcards and study guides.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wildwood
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries. He spoke of caverns deep and dark, where whispers danced and played, Of hidden chambers, cold and stark, where treasures long were laid. A map he showed, etched on his skin, a spiderweb of lines, He promised fortune, wealth within, if I would follow signs. Intrigue like wildfire burned within, a yearning to explore, But doubt and fear, like serpents twin, slithered around the core. We ventured forth at moonlit hour, into the forest deep, The air grew thick, with unseen power, secrets the shadows keep. Each creaking branch, a whispered threat, each rustling leaf, a sigh, The path ahead, a silhouette, beneath the inky sky. We reached the mouth, a cavern wide, a gaping, hungry maw, The stranger smiled, with secrets I, could never fully draw. "Are you sure you wish to venture in?" his voice, a chilling sound, My heart it pounded, trapped within, a web of fear unbound.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
