Just Once...

Just Once.... I don’t depend on anyone, even when I’m desperate, even when I’m drowning. I manage alone, but sometimes— a thought drifts in like a ghost: I hesitate, suspended in uncertainty. What if they say no? What if they leave? I won’t ask again, never from them. what if I get hurt because I asked for help? I love the little things, but I hold back, always. In the rain, I want to dissolve into the drops, dance like the wind that no one can catch, but I don’t. What if I get sick and there’s no one to see? Just one voice, whispering, "It’s okay, I’m here," that’s all I need, but it’s just an echo in my mind. I love the concept of love, but do I deserve it? I wonder, in those quiet moments between thoughts. Maybe, just once, someone will call me "sunshine." I’d cherish it, I really would, but if it comes, I might vanish like a dream. What if it’s a lie? A lie that shatters me into fragments that drift away, never to be whole again. Just once, I want to hear it, feel it, touch it, but if it comes, will I to it? Or will I let it slip through my fingers, pretending I never saw? Just Once, I Want to Be the Poem, Not the Poet Just Once... I wonder