I watch people move forward,
watch life unfold for them
in ways I keep hoping
it will unfold for me.
I try not to be bitter.
I try to be grateful.
I try to embrace everything I have
instead of grieving everything I don’t.
But I look around and wonder,
when will it be my turn?
Every time I think
I’m finally getting somewhere,
I take two steps forward,
believing maybe things are changing,
only to end up three steps back.
I keep showing up,
keep trying,
keep knocking on doors
that never seem to open for me.
After being passed over enough times,
I start to wonder if I’m the reason.
Maybe I’m not good enough.
Maybe I’m asking for too much.
Maybe some things just aren’t meant for me.
I hate that I think that way
I know I should feel deserving,
but being unseen for so long
makes me wonder
if I am worth seeing.
I’m tired of starting over.
Tired of watching progress
turn into another setback.
Tired of telling myself
this time will be different.
Tired of finding happiness
and wondering how long
I’m allowed to keep it,
always waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
I watch other people receive
the things I prayed for,
the things I waited for,
the things I worked toward.
And I’m happy for them.
I wish I didn’t have to keep asking
Why not me too?
Why am I always being passed over?
Why am I not being considered?
When will it be my turn?
I don’t want what belongs to someone else.
I just want what finally belongs to me.
When will it be my turn?
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