I reach for words in the quiet night,
a heart unspoken, a soul in flight.
Not seeking answers, just to be heard,
longing for kindness, wrapped in a word.

I wish for dreams, lost in the haze,
buried beneath forgotten days.
A purpose, a light, a hand to hold,
a whisper of warmth when the night turns cold.

I stand in a crowd, yet feel so alone,
adrift in an ocean, a heart unknown.
A touch, a glance, a simple phrase,
to remind me I’m seen in these endless days.

Pain lingers, a weight I bear,
a storm within, beyond repair.
Memories rise like waves so high,
some meant to fade, yet none pass by.

I wish for a voice that speaks my soul,
not tangled, not lost, just clear and whole.
For words to land, to truly be felt,
not turned to silence, left to melt.

I wish for patience when my words repeat,
for someone to stay, not press delete.
To see my heart beneath the strain,
to know my love despite my pain.

I wish to be heard without a sigh,
to have a voice that doesn’t lie.
If “okay” is all that I can say,
hear the ache, don’t look away.

I wish for a comfort in darkened space,
a steady presence, a safe embrace.
To hold my hand, to understand,
without the need for reprimand.

I wish for moments—calm and true,
to float on water, sky so blue.
To breathe, to pause, to just exist,
without the weight of what I’ve missed.

I wish for the strength to let pain go,
for healing, for peace, for love to grow.
For someone to see beyond my shell,
and know that I am fighting still.

Tonight, I whisper these wishes free,
not seeking pity, only to be…
A soul unfolding, a story untold,
a heart still beating—quiet, but bold.

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