A thread shoves against
the confines of my chest,
reaching forlornly
for the dear people
I so long to trust.
It breeds a
R O A R I N G
discontent,
and a rising
scream
that I can't shake.

I beg God
for an opportunity
to demolish
the wall
that holds my heart
captive,
a heart burning
for the deep-running
b-o-n-d
whose absence has been
a gaping hole
for too long.

I thought I could survive
without this b-o-n-d,
but it turns out
that shouting
my deepest emotions
into the hole
where trust used to be
isn't anywhere near the same
as whispering them to another
in complete confidence.