A Poem about Self Esteem

Worth does not show itself
In sums or words carefully placed
Upon a page
It lurks in dark spaces
Under the stove or behind a door
Covered in the gummy filth
Of forgotten dreams
So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened nails
Dance with the chimney sweeps and their soot stained pails
As you pray for those who cannot see
The golden hue of heaven
Which shines down on thee

About Anna Pizzulo Moyer

Creative Writer-Property Manager-Lover of Animals, Plants and People.
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