The hunger that’s eating me,
The thirst that is draining me:
This longing for human touch
That I always craved oh so much.

Alenka H., 2023

Written as an answer to Diane Luise Davis‘s prompt in Poetry Therapy Group on FB. With her permisson I’m sharing her verse:

I am wondering if my friends are mad at me,
A thought that often comes up,
I don’t ever think they may be glad of me,
A thought that would fill joy’s cup.

Diane Luise Davis, Top of my mind

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