I found myself wanting more of

Someone whose plate was just too full

That they could not “manage “one more thing-

Me.

Perhaps a common occurrence these days

When everyone is traumatized.

Between bites of food – hard to digest

Is there space for true connection?

Lonely _ I returned to the Self

Holding my intrinsic value

Walking in the sun of this winter day

Wearing a hat of many colors

Having kissed each of my small hurts.