I patiently want

        Want. Want. Just a hug. A real one. Such a reason
to stand still. Hoping. Selfish though, am I not?

        Press me forward. Place a "shh" on the wind.
Hold tight to a distant dream. Careful of how
explained for need not to create too many descriptive
images.

       A sigh escapes lips. Licking upper lip, then
chewing on lower, fuller lip only because want to
explain something. Words are endless but silent is
the voice.

      Oh how can the one I am asking ever see? Not
to concern self, Jehovah sees. I hope, send prayers
and perhaps world will stand clear of unique
woman standing here.

       Standing outside. Taking those breaths to calm
an unwanted taste. A necessary thing I must do. Oh
but screaming at world seems easier than holding
all inside. Still I do. Best not to express all.

       Still questions that beckon answers. Patiently
I wait for Jehovah to answer. All trickles down when
right. My choices are there with him.

       A want. A want. Still I am not leaning on own
understanding. I try to eliminate an emotion with a
story from the Bible or to sleep it all off. Oh just.

     Stepping back inside still shivering not from cold
but from the uncontrollable need to talk to someone,
anyone. Still none call nor write. Settling in silence
is eerie and quite complicated for someone who
only wants a friend.

    Yes I know Jehovah is my friend. He knows all I
say and think already. Still to bounce off someone in
human form is a grand gesture at times.

    So yes I want, I want. Patiently I wait just as
Jehovah asks.

     Some would ask why wait. I just acknowledge the
Truth. Jehovah knows me best.

     I want but I wait. Can you?