“I just want to be happy,” she said
her voice echoing
in the empty room
or maybe just in her head
“I just want to feel loved,” she cried
her tears salt warm
in the coldness of her bed
her aching heart sighed
“I just want to be held,” she pleaded
with an unhearing universe
wondering if she is cursed
her pleading goes unheeded
“I just want to be touched,” she moaned
her fingers tracing the lines
of her touch-starved skin
as she lay there alone
“I just want intimacy,” she prayed
asking the Gods for mercy
for strength to endure
another night until the day
“I just want connection,” she whispers,
“to feel the touch
of another soul
brushing against my own.”
~ aurora winddancer
You wrote the words
I couldn’t speak.
My heart and soul
tired of getting hurt,
Over and over again.
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