Untold secrets
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
All I want is to be held
Hold me
Yet I can’t ask
It’s weak
Break down in someone’s arms
Loved but am too scared
I can’t let them see
The pain
It’s too much for me
I need my wall
Keeping me safely locked
In and alone
‘HELP’
I cry at night
‘help me please’
To the darkness
A void never answering
I cry alone
Unable to let them in
Jaded and broken
They can’t know me…
What I’ve become…
Help! I need Help!
© 2019 Wendy Engela