Worth: Melinda Jean

Just a word written on a tear of paper. One. Its meaning, its single value present and contained. Alone "worth" stands. Lonely? Up to your judgement. But should it not hold the confidence inherent? A blue heron diving, or a red herring singly could not change the course.
As a girl, "worth" often appeared to me on a pedestal, not all that accessible. The urge to be the one setting the value, equating my worth. That longing took hold and with no doubt my worth wore hats and had a baby. It did align with societies value of mothers, I had to admit. Value, meaning? I did stand alone and wobbled. Lonely? Sometimes. But to accept the standard of worth set by others morals was missing the arrow that points to a deeper connect. One of no judgement. Because how can we judge thing that we don't know or understand?