Longing Poem by Michele C. Messina Long

Longing



I sit
Longing to be noticed,
Hopeful, for a love to nourish me once more,
Before I wither beyond that turning point.
Some women are only fully alive when they are loved.
Am I destined to dry, then die on the vine? 

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