I want what's best for you, I swear,
A life that feels both kind and true,
Where daylight breaks through every care,
And skies are never dull or blue.
But sometimes dreams get tangled up,
Like words that don't come out just right-
There's a poem stuck inside my throat,
Unsaid beneath the fading light.
I write of love that hides and bends,
Of wanting someone who's not "her",
In quiet rooms where judgment waits,
And whispered fears begin to stir.
Maybe someday I'll speak it loud,
The truth I clutch inside my chest.
Until then, I will hope for you,
And wish for me a little rest.
-A quiet wish.
this is the first poem I ever wrote, and the first poem I am ever publishing for others to see!!