Touch

Tonight's post is a poem I wrote today in the quiet hours of the morning. 

With every day that passes,

With every night that falls,

I hear you in the background,

An echo in the halls,

A voice inside my ear,

A thought inside my head,

I sense you in the sunshine,

Anything but dead.

I feel your calm approval,

Your reassuring shove;

When I’m crying in the darkness,

I can feel your touch of love.

I can almost see you nodding

At all I think and do,

Sending me encouragement

To slowly make it through.

I know the things you want for me,

I know the things you’d say.

I know you wouldn’t scold me

For still crying every day.

But I also know you’re cheering

When I triumph over pain.

I smile when you’d smile

If there’s something I attain.

There is so much that I want,

So much waiting out in space

As I move and become stronger,

As I reach, and grasp, and chase.

I want, I want, I want…

I list things in my head.

You push and nod along,

Anything but dead.

I want to wake up safe,

To feel a loving touch.

I want to feel some freedom

From all the things I fear so much.

I want to use my writing

To get me somewhere great.

I want to master patience,

Because I know I’ll have to wait.

I want to have adventures,

Both near and far away.

I want to feel content

At the end of every day.

I want to hear you in my head,

But run independently.

I want to live, and laugh, and love -

And you want all that for me.