Broken Hoping

Broken…

I remain open –

never healed.

Unspoken…

‘cause I lost hope in

ever feeling

the pride

of seeing my eyes

look up at me

with trust.

When they did look up,

I wasn’t seen

for comfort

to quell my fears.

Over the years

I looked for me,

but I wasn’t there

like I don’t care.

Did I ever?

I definitely do,

I never knew.

Still broken,

but with restored hope in

knowing who

I am –

my other half…

my undiscovered past.

Answers

to the questions

I know

my other has.

So much

I want to ask of me.

So much to tell.

So much to understand

to mend my inner self.

I’m hoping…

 

- HymnAgen