638 Once More [24 September 2004]

Desire haunts me like a stigmata,
only these wounds will never heal,
nor do they portray anything deeper
than the sense of betrayal
my heart feels against itself.
The desperate yearning for the one
who still walks my dreams.
My hand I see among the mists,
reaching toward the bright light
that is he who I deny
as well as myself.
Afraid of moving past
this phase I have been at
for the whole of my life.
Could I but touch his hand,
feel his warm embrace once more,
my feet may once again
move as they are willing.
My eyes will stop their reaction
to the hopelessness I feel inside.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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