What will await me today?
What part of me will reach into the next stage of womanhood?
When will my writing be discovered for the precious diamond it is?
When can I be held without being hurt?
Will I be a wife?
Will I leave the legacy I see in my dreams
At the end of this life?
Seasons are soon to change, and the cold will attempt to freeze the hope that holds me at night – the closest thing to your gentle touch
His words circulate in my mind; my heart stands in a vulnerable strength
How do I hear your laugh?
How do you plan to return?
Do you plan on returning?
But let’s be honest,
I was never something
You
Wanted
To
Keep