in the end
they are only
numbers
and labels
and things
tying
you down,
keeping
you small
when you
cannot see
beyond them
or realize
that their value
is determined
by someone
other than
you

it is so easy
to stand
in the middle
of it all
and forget
that we are
the determiners
of our own
value,
and that
which matters
most cannot
be measured
or numbered
or counted
or timed

but hides
somewhere
in love’s infinity
to only be found
beyond the
bounds