I tried so hard…for you.
I put my trust…in you.
But now here I am,
Right back where I started.
Fighting so hard to feel whole.
To feel the love through the anger.
But you’ve imprisoned me in this space of perpetual conflict.
Again, and again I reach out for you.
It falls silently at the starting line.
My attempts haven’t been direct, but always nothing in return.
Each.
And every.
One.
DoRee MelNic 