Sometimes I wish.
Sometimes I just sit,
Because in the moment,
That seems all I have the power to do
That’s because, in fact, I don’t have the power.
I have the words, and well… the words have me.
Though, reciprocation, mostly I don’t see.
But I try not to be bitter.
I try not to give in to resentment.
For I don’t know all;
I can’t witness all.
No matter what I wish.
Life, the world, it is a complicated place.
Far beyond the words sent my way.
I want to feel; I want it to be often.
Maybe one day I could hear.
Maybe one day I could see.
Yet, I try to understand why this might not be.