What Was Inspired
writtern by: jdr
@incognitojdr
The ache of being alone no longer resonates
as a dull sensation, dependent on idle time and
musings to wreak havoc on my senses. It rages
through my veins, piercing fire and ice, shredding
my heart with each lub-dub. The need to be wanted,
the longing to be touched, the gestures of gentle
ways, the promise of being cared for and looked after.
Knowing that when I wake up each day, should I fall,
there is someone there to wrap me in their arms,
whispering in my ear “It’s okay to admit pain, you don’t
always have to be strong.” I want to depend and be
depended on. I want your trust when you would trust
no one else. Letting my caress sooth away yesterday’s
failures and today’s worries like so much dust floating
within the cool night air; soon to be banished by a new
dawn. I yearn to be leaned on for strength, and for the
luxury of being weak and vulnerable as my tired eyes
brim with tears. Because my bones are becoming
fragile, and my heart so thin.
I never expect anyone to understand me; the beauty is in the attempt.
My purpose in writing is reflection and growth with a hope that others will read my words & realize they are never alone.
Maybe even save a life but if not, I know I saved my own.
- What Was Inspired - August 3, 2016
