She was wide awake in the dead of night
With her thoughts in a violent disarray.
Some are kind and some are sweet,
While some are hard to keep at bay.

Sorrow accompanied confusion,
and confusion accompanied grief.
And as she cradled the pain she felt,
She found herself in utter disbelief.

And as the room drowned in silence,
She was convinced of her version of truth.
That she was just too unloveable,
A mistake in the face of youth.

She couldn't see beyond the wall
But she could feel her heart break.
So she finally let her tears fall
Until she was no longer awake.

I want to be loved the way the sun sets,
Gently, beautifully, filled with warmth.
Allowing oneself to forego regrets,
and be a sanctuary for a heavy heart.

To be reminded in the midst of chaos
To stop and take a second to breathe,
To give yourself a few moments of pause
And to grasp again your inner peace.

To be gazed upon with love and wonder,
To be fearlessly vulnerable and at ease.
To be comforted that you are not asunder,
And to be valued as a masterpiece.

I want to be loved the way the sun sets,
How symbolically light bends through a mountain.
That in between the shadows and silhouettes,
Lies the strength and courage to love again.