Gazing outside
Tattered buildings
Makeshift gardens amongst the concrete
Sun streaming through the window
I hope this sun touches all below
Life is but a whirl
Of memories, of sights
Feet hitting the pavement
Supporting the physicality
Where all that’s wanting to release
Is love expressed
Bottled within this body
Sometimes I feel like I’m dying
Each day, waiting, hoping and dreaming
For a time where it will be all better
Wanting to stretch my arms
And envelop all goodness in the world
Because what is trapped within
Has hardly a chance to be embraced
I think too much of loving
When I should be loving as if I was breathing
Because all I want to be
Is loved divinely, in return
Is God the only one that will be able
To love me, in all my imperfections
In my vunerabilities
In my cowardice?
From living fully, wanting incessantly
That no single person can bear to give
Will my search ever be complete?
