self (worth).

does the sparrow

count

her worth,

in seeds found,

at the end of the day?

a tallying of

numbers

lining up

with avian goals

to achieve,

until

the figures

nod

approval to

her

existence,

or does she simply

rest,

content,

with full belly

in her warm nest,

a life

lived.

— (self)worth.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

I have been working on my internal dialogue — the driven personality that seeks to find (my) worth in what I do.

A counting of what I can tick off my to-do list at the end of the day and only once that list is long enough, full enough, allowing myself the pat on the back, the well done.

on searching for more.

travelling

home

on the motorway

yesterday,

i saw an

arrowhead

of flying geese

puncture

the tangerine

twilight

sky

with their

pink feet, and

an ancient

desire

to

turn

their

backs

a half a circle

on the familiar of their

icelandic home,

in search

of

more,

and i was in awe at

this

fierce

courage.

— on searching for more.

© Liezel Graham 2018.