A talk of want, trust

      Cannot grasp this gut wrenching experience.
Tried to walk it off. I have done art. I have read books.
Why do I feel like this? How does this happen when
things look so bright?

       All I can do is listen. Carry that hope in faith
because trust is hard to believe in. My mind cannot
wrap around trusting many. Mostly it is Jehovah I
trust. A few rare humans too. You know who you are.

      Oh how I want badly. So wanting that being
vocal to face would just be so exhilirating to me. The
joy of being able to do what I have been wanting,
waiting to do.

      Perhaps the depth of pursuing may issue
warning signs but the choice I must press forward
into. I must learn to stand solo in the raging emotions.
Glance forward to the right choices. Would allowance
be granted?

     I do not claim to know anything nor do I claim to
be ignorant. Just me. The one who is waiting.
Continued to stand clear of all that is necessary.
Here absorbing what is right and still hoping. Ah
the tug of war that leaves my hands burning. Sliced
by rough ropes.

      Dear friend so many things that need to be said
yet forward I push. Walking passed a moment and
hoping for the right sliver of light. Only that hint of
a yes, somewhere, anywhere.

       Oh squeeze past the emotional female and see
the creative mind at work. Would you, could you be
a true friend if I asked? Would you give hugs when
I need? How about that quirky smile? Would your
eye brighten if I gave a hint of fondness? Oh how
it matters not because I speak of a dream.

      Rarely are dream produced into reality. Best to
leave off and hope for one more ring.