worth more than a drop? – check yes or no. Poetry by Jenna Polich

when your maker discards you, / chooses the liquor of life over you / - his own flesh and blood - / how can you believe that you are worth more / than a drop?

what happens when you try to feel worthy / in someone else – a companion? / sometimes, you will be accepted and cherished / before you are told what you have always known / – you are not worth more than a drop. / you are told this so many times, you begin to melt / away, hoping to be picked up and absorbed by the sun / to become a part of something greater / before you are spit back down onto the dirt / as you scatter and soak in to where you belong.

what else can happen? / sometimes, but very rarely, you find / your very own prometheus. / he finds drops of you littered in the mud / and reforms you, shapes and mold you back / to your original state, provides security / in the warmth of the fire in his chest / and the long arms wrapped around you. you cling / to the warmth to hear the crackling / of the flames as you start / to become worth more than / a drop. worth more than the sun itself.

Jenna Polich is a sophomore majoring in English and Creative Writing and minoring in History. She plans to work in publishing after Waldorf. In her free time, she enjoys reading, crocheting, listening to music, and cuddling with her dog, Mouse.