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.
Trusting after losing a best friend is so much harder than I would have thought.