I have not known fear, but the
unpleasantries that often are emotion.
A purpose - to care, to need, to understand,
to love - is needed.
Without one, a desire, perhaps a dream,
this life could not exist.
I feel a pain, that of a heart left wanting,
waiting for that which will be real.
Yet there is a fear, a lingering shadow that,
I think, may last if I let it.
For a time, I will cast you aside, not down and away,
so that I may be at peace.
Truth is what I hunger for.
That satisfaction in knowing that my world is set right.
To know that it is possible, to feel safe and protected, is what I seek.
I will not put this aside, a distant memoir kept within the pages of a dusty book.
It remains, images as real and alive as my hand cast into snow.
To say goodbye to a dream is as if to say that it never belonged; that it was never wanted.
That which is lacking is imperfect.
Seek it, but you will not find.
In a world riddled with wounds, one cannot have everything.
I seek only what pacifies my spirit.