Mar 15

That Day

I crave,

I starve,

I cry.

I fight for the day,

The day to have self nourishment; self healing.

Arms full of love wrapped around me.

Not by a loved one,

Nor a soulmate; rather my own.

It’s time to forgive myself.

Forgive my speckled heart of self loath.

Turn it into something warm and sensitive.

I pray,

I cry,

I will see that day.