I carry so much inside of this heart
sometimes I feel it will burst.
I am not patient; ruminating anxiously,
watching, wondering what holds the key?
And I do my best to keep moving forward
pondering if second-chances
are based in reality, or if they’re a myth
that we tell ourselves to keep on keepin’ on.
Joy is gleaned in all of the small moments.
Hope carried on the fringes of those moments,.
But the light that we that seek,
the love that we reach for,
isn’t always as forthcoming.
We may feel its warmth from time to time,
a will-o-the wisp that rests for a heartbeat
then moves on, leaving us wanting for more.
It’s hard to find stability in an unstable world,
to feel confidence when nothing is sure.
Our want for companionship seems impossible to obtain,
but the need to find love, to give love, to be loved still remains.
© Ginny Brannan 2024
*Meting = measuring
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