In the Palm of Her Hand

It sat in the palm of her hand,
Flickering grey and blue.
This was her self-esteem,
So vulnerable and small,
That even she was inclined,
To think it was just a figment.
On the good days,
She could always just show them.

The three words from this Wednesday’s prompt are figment, inclined and vulnerable

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