Delicate Sensitivity

I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, anxiously waiting with my heart in my hand, and a puzzle on my brain...

Maddening to not be lost or misguided by my malaises..

If this is my reality then what is my fate...

I'm Wondering who can I run to, when I no longer feel safe...

I'm still hungry for love, while starving my Pride...

Why is it hard to trust the signs...

Maybe, because it's not what I wish to see;

I'm searching for a correlation between who I am and who I wish to be...

They say that I am strong, but If my mind, I Shall not defeat, Then I will feel, Sentiments, like, I showered in a feeble...

I righteous scarcity, of someone who wants me...

When I feel lost, what are the chances, I find my destiny...

Looking around for comfort, but all I see is tainted eyes, and bustling upon me...

I long to be liberated...

No longer-termed Misery...

Mirages of a Vivid Dream and a Hopeful Reality, taunts me...

But, Nothing Like a Love shall be....