See my pain.
Watch my tears.
Know my heart breaks,
A life lived in fear.
I scream for attention.
Cry to be acknowledged.
A voice pitifully dull,
Amongst a crowd,
Amongst my own thoughts,
Desperately longing to be heard aloud.
Reaching for a hand.
Grasping for hope.
Anything solid, tangible, without doubt.
Anything to give meaning enough to cope.
Awaiting a solitary moment in which to catch my breath.
Resuming a vein search for home.
That I may be grounded, tethered and secure,
In the safety of someone’s tender care,
Forever to be seen, wanted and warm,
Safe from impending despair.
© 2021 Alana Bembridge
manatita44 from london on March 14, 2021:
Reads like a very honest piece. It can be a victory to know our own state. Painful, perhaps, but it inspires growth if embraced fully. An instructive and reflective write. Peace.