If I could
wish things
into being
by just a sense of need,
by just wanting it badly enough,
if I could will it into reality,
I would be,
could be

If I could make you
talk to me
just because I wanted it enough,
because I didn’t give up
wanting it,
then I could know,
what’s in your head,
your heart.

I’d understand the silence.

If only I could wish hard enough,
the light would flash
and I would no longer be alone.




2 thoughts on “Wishing

  1. I really appreciate the intense passion that you write with. It reminds me of the poetry someone wrote whom I miss very much yet never got the chance to know very well. Never lose your passion, it is enchanting.

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