Reassurance

Feeling the need to be

told that I matter,

some reassurance that

my life is not in tatters.

A kind word to help me

through my day

maybe a little love to make

me want to stay.

But I have probably used up

any hope of salvation

now that I can’t even partake

in an innocent conversation.

My head has been buried

for too long in the sand

and now things are happening

that I don’t understand.

man sitting near brown wood plank
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