You carry a question
In the back pocket
Of your mind,
And if you
Sit still long enough
It makes you uncomfortable:
“Do I matter?”
The more you burry it
Deep in the pocket,
The more it comes out
With your dirty laundry
Gathering lint
And more questions.
Maybe you expect me
To be the one
To give you the green light
And present a power point
Of your redeeming qualities
With a 5-year
Action plan for you
To follow to the T.
I’m not the one
To set you free
And give you answers,
But I will say:
You matter to me.
I’m not even
The most important
Person in your life.
Just imagine how much
You matter to them!
And how about you?
When’s the last time
You look at a picture
Of your little self
And said,
“You matter
To me.”
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