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Sometimes, I wish
someone was here.
It wouldn't matter
if they were helping me
check my blood sugar
or rubbing my back
or allowing me to
rest upon them
as I feel faint
and about to collapse.
Sometimes, I wish
there were tender fingers
to stroke my hair
as whispering words
could let me know
I'll be all right.
Sometimes, I wish
I wasn't dealing with it
alone
and concerned ears
would listen
to the boiling
thoughts, emotions, fears
in my head.
Sometimes, I wish
a compassionate soul
would seek me out
and check to see
if I'm okay or
need/want assistance.
Sometimes, I wish
an educated mind
would know what to do
and walk me through it.
Sometimes, I wish
hollow, unheard thoughts
would speak volumes
into someone's unburdened head.
Sometimes, I wish
I could sink away
like a nightmare
too intense
to be remembered,...
but always felt.