The sea is a scary place
where the school of worthless fish pick at me like a meal;
like some dead carcass that has floated down to the rock
bottom.
Then again,
who am I to declare them worthless?
They told me to lighten up…so I did.
They told me to stand out…so I did.
They want me to speak out…so I will. 
Today, I do not press my finger across my mouth.
I have ripped away that shell of destruction.
I, am not worthless.