My Soul Hurts

My soul hurts,
It calls out,
In much despair.
It wants a place to call home,
A place where it is not afraid to express itself,
A place where quietness is not hard to find.

Peace, Quiet,
It wants a life where,
Fighting is unnecessary,
Life is a given,
Death an option.

Am I only dreaming?
Is there such a life?
Will I find the perfect man/woman,
To give me peace and time to be me.

© November, 2000 by Melia Benjamin