“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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