The people that see, know your worth
Maybe you’re still waiting because not all eyes have been trained to see you.
God has hidden you behind the cleft of the rock with his hand.
You weren’t abandoned, you weren’t forgotten. You aren’t unworthy, you aren’t rejected.
Even with eyes closed, they could feel your light beneath darkened eyelids. They hated you, and wanted to be with you at the same time.
You were a heat they never felt before, you harassed their demons, made them uncomfortable. In your presence, they had to look at themselves and they hated what they saw. You were a reminder of what they wanted but couldn’t be.
They said you were too happy, they smirked secretly at your challenges. It was never about having you. It was always about keeping you from everyone else, in case someone should recognize you, know your worth, and question what you were doing there. In case they tried to set you free.
But only you can set yourself free.
So here you are caged, with everyone on the outside clamouring to see you, but you don’t realize it. You can’t see yourself.
Maybe you’re still waiting because you’re not ready for joy. It seems silly to say. Of course, I’m ready, but maybe pain has become so familiar that happiness scares you.
Maybe you don’t yet realize your rarity, your infinite value.
Maybe you’ll accept the lowest bidder. Maybe you’ll rob yourself of all that you are, of all that you can be.
Maybe you still believe all the ugly things they’ve told you. Maybe you’re still healing, but in your healing, you’re still worthy.
Maybe you’re still waiting because not everyone has eyes to see you.
I know it feels like a lifetime. It feels like you’re floating in the abyss of despair. I know you keep crying out, when will it be my time? Haven’t I gone through enough?
I know you’re tired of hearing that you need to hold on. I know you’re tired of being patient.
So I’m not going to ask any more of that from you.
You see, not everyone has eyes to see you.
Originally published on Medium-Assemblage