They wanted me to write an unwritten story

Something different

Something unseen by the human eye

But who am I

what did they see in me that I couldn’t see

As if they saw an unforeseen talent

As I sit here with thinking of how impossible their request is

Self doubt

Tearing away at the little self faith I had left

Filling space with ” I cants” and “I’m not enough”

Struggling to see what they see

I’m trying to see what they see

But it’s as if my eyes have been glued shut

My hands bounded together so that I can’t pry them up

Depression is a strong allusion

I just can’t let forget that there is hope in my reality