Hot wet tears scald my cheek.
Oh what I’d give, for the courage to speak.
But when I open my mouth,
All I can say is I’m sorry.
I’m ashamed of my feelings.
I’m scared of them too.
How could I ever explain that to you?
So I put pen to paper,
And hope that in time,
I will be able tell you, what goes on inside.
It’s lonely here. I’m tired and aching.
I don’t want to give up, but my soul,
Who can I turn to?
Who can I trust?
When I am in need of shelter.
With no loving family to embrace,
No lovers arms as a resting place,
I look to the sky and I hope for the best as I pray to the universe for the answer.
And as I taste the saltiness of my tears,
I am reminded that just as the waves are a part of the ocean, I too am a part of something much bigger.
And the thought soothes me,
For a while.