I listen to my own head sometimes

And wonder who is this person

I can’t see her but I feel her

I need to know her but she whispers

Quietly she breathes in and out

Whimpers escape opening doors

Amazed at the colors she sees

Peering through the cracks

Afraid to open more than a bit

Setting her standards high

So to not just settle with just anyone

But will anyone ever meet up

And be who I want them to be

Asking for so little but needing so much

I used to think that I would be loved

I used to think I would love back

 

Mtheve 5-31-05