She waited in her small hiding place that wasn't hidden enough. She waited for the soft voice that never came, never soothed or reassured. She waited for a gentle touch, but what came bruised her soul. She waited for the tears that weren't allowed, a weakness for which she must atone. She waited, hoping for rescue and a loving hug. She waited. ©May 2016, January 2023 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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Reminds me of a very loveless ,when i wanted to be loved and it came not. The resulting poem is similar to yours in meaning. Great piece
Thank you. I’m sorry that happened to you. Love desperately needed that never finds you still manages to leave a mark on the heart.
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