I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart

I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile

I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone because I’ve been hurt all my life; yet true love will heal me if I allow it

I am my own seamstress weaving solitude and silence as it were a quilt for warmth rather than seeing my dive deeper into darkness

I long to be cherished,to feel the peace of care and a gentle handon my shoulder,but hurt is a languageI’ve learned too well,and “love” feels like a cursed word

Night after night, sometimes with tears, I whisper to the stars that I want to be understood,to take off the mask that hides my soul,to be heard so the silence that surrounds my heart will turn into a beautiful song

what I see for me