Sometimes I feel so empty and alone,
So yearning to reach out and hold someone,
So desperate to hear a friendly voice,
So hungry for the love of anyone,
So afraid I might be turned away,
I hide my arms from those I long to hold,
From all the strangers in the world I live,
from all the magic their strange lives unfold.
I yearn to go to them, I try,
But fears, like monsters hands appear--and then
The fears begin to pound my wounded heart
And I retreat from strangers, cursing them.
Untitled You faded first while still before my eyes,
Then one ...