Empty Cups
I need to be held
It's a deep yearning
For pain to be taken away
"Just tell me it's ok" a silent prayer
I know it's ok
But not that I'm ok
Other than I'm accepted
Praised even - validated
But there's the me bit of me
Just flailing around
Needing comforting arms
To take away my chaos
All the broken bits
That I sweep up
But never mend
Uncomfortably stored in my chest
Forget the explanation
I can't be decoded
I'm complicated but
Pride myself on redeeming features
But it hurts
To be a whirlwind
In your own chest
Keeping the outside steady
I think I just need to be held
Not explained
Or understood
Just quelled a moment
I don't know why I'm crying
I'll just be tired
It was a horrible day
The quiet hurts my ears
I've just remembered
Tetley's Toast & Jam tea
I likened that to a hug once
I'll wash my face and try that
Maybe I'll become a hugger
Stock up for next time
My deficit feels insurmountable
Even though the dog is doing his best
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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