The Gaelic word grá (“graw”) means "love" - not that I have ever held it
Grá,
A thing desired but never gained
My lonely soul, my broken heart
Screams daily to feel it just once
Why is love so hard to find?
Why does it elude me?
Does it only run from me?
Perhaps, Eros schemes
Waiting for arrow’s mark
My grá becomes
Our love
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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