It's 2am
I'm kneeling on the floor wearing 3 layers.
I feel so contained. So complete in myself.
So alone. Separate.
A unit of one.
I wish I had arms around me. A safe enclosure to rest my head upon.
Just for a little while.
Just for times like these.
Not to heal me,
Not to carry me,
I can walk,
Just to acknowledge me.
To see and understand without expectation.
Someone I can ask without feeling disadvantaged.
Somewhere I feel entitled, worthy.
Somewhere I recognise.
Somewhere real.
Real.
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