Pen pals of sorts

     At times when I write I almost want to open up
by saying "dear someone" because even though I am
writing a poem I am writing to someone.

     To me some moments are like that of pen pals.
However I don't have a name or a place I am writing
to. I don't know where you are or who is even
listening, reading. You could be just a few steps or a
million miles away. I really don't know but I do know
that really my writing is for me. Maybe not just
from that day but something to come back to later,
to relearn what was said.

     Often times I find myself hoping somewhere
someone makes a comment and it surprises me.
Perhaps I am hoping too much but I still will hope.
For now I am patiently waiting for what seems as a
response but in reality it is just a hope inside a
dream.

       For those who do respond in other ways I do not
know the surrounding circumstances but I am ever
grateful for the drops of kindness. However I must
also remind myself that I cannot have that drop
everyday. Patience. Always the work Jehovah and
I pursue in me.

      Also I hope almost to a skipping point just when
I do see people reading. A note of happiness gleams
inside me. Although I don't know where, who is
reading I just like knowing that someone cares
enough to want to know me, what I am writing to
myself about. Oh how silly I sound.

     So each and every day I express me in my various
modes I am overjoyed in knowing all that I say is
heard. Now I pray to Jehovah for one comment. Oh
no. Perhaps too much? An answer in the wind.

     Yes I must just hope that somewhere, whoever
is reading my poems sends a reply. Somehow. Oh
so dear friend of mine shall I ask?