words in the fog

Connect the dots

What am I worth?
A dollar?
A quarter?
A penny?
Lately this question has been lingering uninvited.
Am I worthy of your love?
Am I worthy of any love?
I used to seek answers from the one "up above"
Now I look within to see that I am nothing.
My whole life I've been running.
Running from pain, hurt, and loss.
And I've never been fast enough.
So my backup plan was look strong.
I couldn't do that either.
I always had to beg,
Beg to be held and beg to be comforted.
So am I really deserving of raw love, that comes at no cost?
I'm just so lost.
Trying to connect to dots.