Confidence Poem by Francesca Marriner

The mask is on;
my identity hidden.
Mountains cover my
happiness,
fleshy and death ridden.

The submarine has descended
its radar bleeps no more,
I feel it's emotion, confused
in a submissive existence,
but i am not alone.

I long for love.
It is all that I require.
That special type of love
unique like a gliding dove.

My flower shall
bloom.
My heart will be accepted.
'Your time will come' they say,
but when? Is it my
dying day?

I shall wait.