So cold
Turning bitter in fact.
Will the warmth ever return
Criticized for wanting it
Never understood
Why do I live here again?
What makes me stay?
Is it time to move on?
How will I know?
I am cold
I am alone
I am scared
I am broken
I am lost.
Living in fear
The unknown
And the known
Support is there
But not always here
I feel the comfort
I feel the strength
Yet I doubt
And I wonder
Will I ever be brave enough
To reach for the warmth
And ask for it to reach back
Beautiful Brenda.
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Thank You Jacqueline. Your support is much appreciated.
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