self-found

I had questions that would
float in my thoughts.
Always waited patiently for
the right time yet the
right time I always spoke
about never chose me.

​A stranger in my own eyes
The pain carried in the heart
melted slowly like a candle
that would never last.
​Always lost in a distance they
made me believe I was an overthinker
always weary of my piece.

​I was once a flower girl not
at a wedding or any celebrate
event but to the silence that
held me still.

​The love I seek is
done playing hide and seek
Self love should be the
first to have.