Am I worthy?
Worthy enough to be held,
be touched, be loved?
The warmth of embrace has hidden from me.
Isolation, from lack of patience,
is my only memory.
Life’s lessons never lessen,
a constant reminder of my hopelessness
and it’s confession.
Wishing for the revealing of a blessing,
instead of wandering unaffected by
bittersweet selections.
Am I worthy?
The sight of those being held,
being touched, being loved,
haunts me in my daydreams.
Envious of companionship,
I fear the thought of loneliness
and dread the nightfall.
My mind is in disarray,
sadly disregarding the urge to
fall and pray.
Am I worthy to live another day?
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