Day 8: In My Own Time

Why not me? Huh? Why not me?
I ask myself.
Watching other people's lives and questioning
Why they got so lucky. How?

Standing with my nose pressed against the glass;
My covetous breath fogging up the store window.
So much so, that I can't see through any more.
And as the fog clears, I catch a glimpse of my reflection.

And myself says to I,
"See, you don't need to worry about me.
You see behind me?
I got a lot. A lot of what THEY do. And don't.
Health, love, talent, beauty,
Clarity."

And for the first time, I open my eyes
And look again through the glass.
And what I see pleases me,
Because it no longer serves as a reminder
Of what I lack,
But instead brings me joy in their happiness
And hope for my own.

So you don't have to worry about me.
I will have what I seek
In my own time.