This poem reeks of low self-esteem. Every single person is a blessing! Sometimes, I can forget that and I find myself thinking, am I a blessing or a curse?
I'm trying to figure out if I’m a blessing or a curse.
When I first met you, is my introduction backed up by the devil or a holy verse?
Should you hold me closer? Or avoid the void that is my presence?
I don’t want to suffocate you any longer.
You may be stronger
without me.
Will I do right and you do wrong?
Will we be better off along the road, together or a part? Did I enter your life to break your heart?
Am I that cruel? To the point where I need to rule everything around me?
I’m trying to figure out if I’m a blessing or a curse.
Does my smile comfort you? Do you see what I’m truly trying to do? To help you and give you the best of me that I can.
I want that to be enough
to land in certainty that I am, in fact, a blessing
And my presence is not meant to get you stressing.
I wanna be your right hand.
I wanna know where I land when I fall into your world
Do I calm it down or do I make it cold?
To the point where you can’t figure out why you let me hold your heart for a while.
I’m trying to figure out
If I’m a blessing or a curse.
Because right now this question can’t be answered.
I hope I am a blessing to you. Because I knew as soon as I met you that a blessing was upon me,
I guess that’s just how it’s meant to be.
You’re a blessing and I’ll never know if my presence did the same to you…
this seems like part of a curse too.
- Christine Saint