A little more, a little less!

Sometimes we wake up and feel numb about our existence and our worth. But we should never give up on us. Introspection is beautiful.

A fine morning, I woke up
And glanced at the window,
The sky looked magical
With such a startling glow.
Like more, like less,
I looked at the mirror,
It never occurred to me, as if it mattered
With the stillness of the terror.
The terror of the lack of credence
That dwelt in me so bad,
That reflection told me there is a value
Maybe to a little, but I'm glad,
That holding on to something for long
Is not beyond the limit.
I would fall apart, I feared,
With my darkness scattered in it.
Not craving for an option either,
The growth is scrambled in it's way.
The undefined me, with an urgency,
Is the one who must stay.