Elucidating Questions

I waited to be good enough, to be worthy of being seen.

Seen only by the sun, the earth, these so called things.

The stars in the sky, the birds in the trees.

The animals that come from the bushes to me.

The animals see me, humans walk past.

There’s nothing coming, no one to help.

Pick yourself back up, get back yourself.

Make mistakes, apologies weren’t good enough.

Would forgive anything, have forgiven everything.

No one affords the same.

Treat others as you would be, occasionally slip because sickness gets me,

Yet never the same, it’s never equal.

Unworthy, not worthy.

Watching as the world moves around me, waiting and waiting and waiting

But no one ever comes.

In a park, at a station, someone will see you

That chance meeting.

Someone else will want you.

No one ever comes.

Reached out, held out that hand, turned away.

It hurt.