“What do I have to do to make you happy?”
Familiar brown eyes meet mine,
each pool of sight looks lost.
The shrug of shoulders confirms
what the pupils portray.
What a loaded question
for a seeker of contentment.
The cage opens and closes,
but nothing is set free.
Is there anything to release?
What use to cause relief
is now a chore, something to do.
All I can offer is a hug,
but wrapping your hands
around yourself isn’t what I need.
By: Erin Winans
I hope all is well with y’all.
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