Worthiness of the Self

How can it be so true to not be of worth if that's not the case for the rest of us?  Of them?  Remember what they say, "Hurt people hurt people."  If my intent is not to do the opposite, how can I do so without acknowledging my own brokenness and working diligently to repair what is broken?  I am highly motivated when I'm outside myself.  Perhaps even when I am just outside of my the comfort of my home it works.  I can write.  I can think clearly without overthinking or at least dwelling on the unnecessary.  And maybe today and right now is just one of those times, but who says I ought not to embrace it?  Not me, that's for sure.  I'm going full on.  I'm going straight for it.  That's it for now though.  Let me remember the rest and perhaps I'll come back to it later..or maybe sooner!

To No One In Particular

There are things I haven't done yet because I said I'd wait for you.  There are places I haven't ventured into because your hand is not there too.  Sometimes I fall asleep at night and somehow hope I'll wake up next to you.

I don't know how to tell you this, but you're no one so what does it matter?  You are nothing as I am too.  We're part of the wispy breeze that goes flows gently (and sometimes rockily) beneath the sun.  We're no one, we're nothing, and significantly enough we are rather insignificant.  I don't mean to let you down, I'm just trying to be honest.  Let's be realistic so that we don't let each other down, or rather if we do we let each other down gently.

Still,
        if I wanted to fall asleep in your arms,
would you let me?