To be known, to be understood
to still be wanted in that knowledge and truth
How does that feel? ... Is it good? ...
It must be real, this yearning grasps me in every mood.
To be heard, to be seen
to be held close through life and in my dreams
What is that like? ... Is it warm? ...
I think it happens, I read some words so long ago.
To be loved, to be forgiven
to be myself yet One with you this side of heaven
but I know better... it cannot be...
There is no room in your self-ish soul for me.
To be alone, to be without a home in
the heart and arms of him I know so well
I tell myself: it's all right... it's okay...
you've never known love any other way.
(2.26.06 - - Be well, Little Spirit, for the end is not yet writ.)
That is a beautiful write Esther. I loved it so much. A lovely read. The rhythm was unusual but worked brilliantly. Congrats for this one. A 10 is definitely on the cards. Love Ernestine XXX
I like this Esther, and agree with Ernestine, the flow's different but great! Moyaxx
Excellent poem! Captures the feelings very well for me. I know what it is to be.
Something very warm about this.A carpet of words so soft.Love Duncan
Esther, I did enjoy this. I wonder where the other two are? (1) Or not to be? (2) That is the Question ? B.V.A.
This poem has a great rhythm and drive behind it, Well done..
Love how you have threaded a degree of acceptance into this piece of reflective contemplation. Justine
Esther, I love the structure of this piece and its rhythmical flow. It's good on the ear. As for the content... I'm curious? What melancholy and yet what acceptance lie in your words. Fine piece. lotsaluv, Allie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Esther, I love logging on to poem hunter and finding you've written a new poem - and you haven't disappointed me with this one. A well earned 10. Hugs Anna xxx