There is an ache in my bones,

a grief woven into them

threaded with a kind of fear.

My eyes sting and tear,

witness to my struggle

with sorrow and a vaguely lived life.

What I am groans under the weight

of who I am becoming

as my dreams

(are they my nightmares?)

chase me through the dark hours

while the world

sleeps.

This loneliness that never leaves me,

this fire that causes the burning

of everything that will~

 

leaves me changed.

If I reach out to you,

in my longing to be seen

and understood,

accepted and loved…

would it matter?