What do you think of my poem? 11.11 A poem by Cayenne Beard

Dear 11:11,
When will you appear?
When will all the wishes I make be here?
When will I see you help or feel your loving hands?
When will my dreams become my own reality?
How will I tell when you arrive; by a scent or a taste that is truly divine?
Will I think pretty thoughts when you arrive or will I be taken over and dragged to the other side?
Will you make any noise or will you subtly approach?
Will your grace accept me or push me away?
Will you bring me hope or will you rip away the little I have left?
Will I be allowed that one wish or will you take that promise away?
Will I be allowed to keep your love or will you take it away?
Will you come down and swoop me up as you take me away?
Will you hold me in you inviting motherly arms; or will you dust me off like dust on a shirt?
Will I be given your love?
Will you hold me close and tell me you’ll always be there?
Or will I rock in silence, my eyes filled with tears?
Will you tell me that everything will be alright?
Or will you tell me my worst nightmare has arrived?
Will you be beautiful?
Will you comfort me or will you drop me?
Will I sit in silence until you arrive?
Will you make me laugh?
Will you fill me up with luscious joy and pride?
Will you fill my void or will you rip me to pieces?
Will time slow in the presence of your beauty or is there no beauty at all?
Will all these ‘lies’ come to life?
Will you give me all your great insight?
Will we have a tea party like mother and daughter?
Will you hold me dear or will you be ashamed of me?
Will you tell me to plant my roots or tell me to run away?
Will you hold my hand through my nightmares or will you leave me alone?
Will you show me I’m worth it or will you not believe in me at all?
Will you help me up or push me down?
Will you ever show up?
Will you ever grant my wish?
Will you give me life or take it away?
Will my nightmares be forgotten or brought to life?
Will you save me?
Will you arrive and make the pain go away?
Will you fill me with happiness or fill me with darkness?
Sincerely, Broken