Poetry On Self Esteem Novels & Stories

With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push myself up from the ground, brushing off the dirt and grit that clings to my clothes. I square my shoulders, meeting Samantha's gaze head-on, refusing to let her see the cracks in my armor. Behind the facade of confidence, I gather the shattered pieces of my self-esteem, vowing to rebuild it stronger than ever before. No longer will I allow her words to define me or dictate my worth. With a steady voice that surprises even myself, I respond, “You may find joy in tearing others down, Samantha, but I find strength in rising above your cruelty. Your laughter may sting, but it will not break me.” The words hang in the air, a declaration of resilie

I am counting My belongings I Need to include Myself or not I think I will include I am arranging In declining order Of their worth But then I have A diamond A pearl Should I include Self above or below it I think I am above I am now arranging Them in comparative Style Should I compare Self With ruby or pearl I think they aren’t worth But I see people dying In the race of acquiring Diamonds worth How a diamond Adds to me Is unknown yet But heard I will redesign myself Or will it enable a better