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