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