no foresight, only digging

where there is substance
without import
i am there.

i feel useful
but utility next to artistry cannot compare.
i have so much inside
but have shifted my focus to my output
instead of what i am.

can i become what i hold
can i ever grasp my potential
will i ever try?

if i died in five minutes
how useless would my end become?
i sit here, fingers afire
but mind only just beginning to awaken again.
where did i go?

i used to think my individualism was a strength
i sometimes feel my cooperation is strength
what is stronger: the chain or my link?
i cannot focus on one without  weakening the other.

who are you, girl?
why should we waste a breath on you?
show us your brilliance
or we will always turn away.