Funny people
Sunny people
Bright button people
Engaging people
Sad people
Happy people
Needy people
Needed people
Hopeful people
Hopeless people
Lonely people
Cherished people
Around my muffled pocket of headspace they spin
Weaving and chasing their lives
Near enough to touch, and yet so far away.
Watch them. Feel them.
Take them into your inner mind's eye.
Make from them what you can.
Wonder....
How must it be to feel worth
Value
Use
Belonging
Needed rather than in need?
How must it be to be wanted
Cared for
Safe
Held
Needed for your needs?
What are the words?
How are they said without being said?
Heard without sound?
When will I know?
As saving grace veneer drops harshly away to display
older
weaker
faded
less than
heavier
tedious
inadequate
undesirable
Driving deeper into alone
Until nothing is left.
And just when hope should finally be damned,
Why does traitorous need then raucously scream
stronger
louder
desperate
lonely
A constant cutting razor sickness pain?
So small the cure, and yet so huge;
The command that simply says, "I care".
The look that says, "You are not alone".
The, "I have your back and will keep you safe".
So little and yet so much
Can warm the heart and heal the soul.
So little for others........
Everything to me
