Self Worth

You may not want me here,
but I am here.
I come empty-handed,
but open-armed.

I bear no gifts
that I wish to give
for I was never good
at gift choosing.

I come alone,
bearing only myself.
Bringing who I am,
and what little I can do.

I cannot make,
so I cannot bring you
food of lavish flavours,
or clothing of the finest thread.
                  (But I love you)

I cannot sing,
so I cannot soothe you
with soft melodies,
or heartfelt songs.
                  (I still love you)

I cannot draw,
so I cannot show you
my minds eye of you,
or paint a picture of a thousand colors.
                (I'll always love you)

And I cannot write,
so I cannot say
all that I wish to,
that would be worthy of your ears.
                (I love you)

All I can do,
is bring myself,
and hope, in your eyes,
that I am enough.