I hate the night, it serves as a reminder that I am alone.
There is an emptiness within my soul,
a need
to be touched,
to be loved.
I need another bird to soar the everchanging winds,
a companion to brave the rough seas,
a lover to explore the depths of the earth.
A partner in life,
a nurturer of my soul,
and keeper of my heart.
I love the night, for the quiet calm.
The silence that soothes my tired mind.
It brings me clarity on emotions and actions that took place throughout the hurricane of the day.
A woman is not meant to be a single mother and the provider.
It is impossible to be both fully.
And so here I reside,
In a chaotic limbo between the two.
