Spent

1.14.23

So tired of hoping

Waiting, reaching, wanting

To not break

Again

To know that

The hurt

The repeated sting

Is good

It’s shows even though

I’ve been asked to be here,

Alone

To wait, to hope, to want

My heart is still beating

My history would say

I should be blind

To see the possibility

Of potential

That it’s because I reach

Up rather than out

That one day

When someone chooses

To reach for me

That I may be able to trust

Their opens hands

Enough

To say Yes

Because we both

Trusted

The scarred ones

First