Lesser Expectations
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I have become Miss Havisham,
Stood up by life itself.
Caged by the corners of my past,
My heart sits on a shelf.
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In the still, there's a loneliness,
An ache always around.
A hollow place inside my chest
Is where the pain resounds.
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I yearn, sometimes, for affection
Too absent from my world.
I long to have another's arms
About me, gently curled.
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'Tis only human I should miss
Connection of this kind.
Like solitary confinement,
It messes with one's mind.
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I have my family and some friends
To help to ease the pain
Though they love me the best they can,
It often seems in vain.
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It's like I'm lacking a receiver;
I guess I just don't fit.
The sidelines of relationships
Are where I'm called to sit.
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Though never chosen for romance,
I'm more or less content.
Encouraging others love has found
Is still a life well spent.
About the Creator
D'Shan Berry
I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
Comments (1)
Well done!