Calling You Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

A call made in fear.
To someone who will care.
When I listen to myself there is so much to hear,
All of it is not exactly clear.
What is it so much that I fear?
So eloquently I shed a tear.

Being alone,
Feels at a risk to condone,
Where everywhere you go never feels like home.

Pacing back and forth trying to find peace.
Maybe in him, I would find some sort of ease.
Instead, I found something I wish would cease.

From beginnings to endings.
To back and forth misunderstandings.

A fragile me stands before you.
With open arms knowing what not to do.