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| WISHFUL THINKING |
| Written by J.L.S. |
| As I sit all alone, the kids asleep in bed, the music on in the background, stray thoughts wonder through my head. My nose is stuffed; my eyes are nearly popping out of my head; yet I am still here writing; when I should be in bed. What is this perverseness in me, that I continually want more. I am blessed with so much already. Please help me, I implore. I do not understand the ache my heart feels. Like a hunger growing inside me; my heart craves full meals. One question I ask- Is it so wrong to want share my life? Give my heart and soul to someone; Him my husband, me his wife. |
| August 2001. |
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