Salutations, my dear digital friends!
This week’s poem, in part, tackles the notion of self-esteem and worth.
Oh, how our minds can be such cruel, barren places sometimes. Dare I say… sunbaked deserts?
Have we become so conditioned in this age of social media that we define our worth by the number of Likes we get online?
Are we all so lost in the enormity of digital anonymity that our self-esteem need be fed by the approval of virtual strangers?
The whole idea makes me terribly sad.
And all this I say knowing all too well that, ironically, I spend a large amount of my free time writing and posting my words online. Dare I say… seeking validation?
Hmmm… guess I talked myself into a corner. 🤣😂 Enjoy the poem.
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-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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sunbaked in self-doubt
no oasis in sight
the way back to me lost to dust devils
footprints faded and cast to the wind
thirsted thick for a taste of love
for the caress of another
smothered by kindness and affirmation
merely to know my soul is good
magical thinking of magical things
daydreams of a djinn
here in this barren land of oblivion
what if i might stumble across her magic lamp?
set her free to look upon me
how could she not take pity on such a wretch
grant just one surreptitious wish:
to be seen ever-worthy,
to be tenderly kissed