Lonesome Heart
"[Each] one longed for its other half, and so they would throw their arms about each other, weaving themselves together, wanting to grow together.”-Plato
I.
I'm struggling to find words
For this encompassing feeling
Of grief-tinged desire,
Of loneliness and longing--
Made into weak flesh.
My desire for a half to my whole
Riddles my body with holes,
Where the aching yearning
Pours out over my heart--
My lonesome heart!
Of which no one is a part.
II.
I've found the beauty in me,
But I'm still searching.
I need someone to see
My beautiful heart;
To hold it in their hands
With gentle love
And no harsh demands.
To give me theirs back--
'I see your heart and you see mine,'
There is nothing more divine.
2021
About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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