Self Soothing

Free Verse

A desire

to be missed and kissed,

Unmet-

is a sharp edge on of a dark corner.

Until

the wince becomes and ache

trickling down her cheek.

Tissue, cells, body,

do not lie.

In want,

revealing emotions 

untapped, disconnected, manifested.

Until

the void becomes a sorrow,

streaming down her face.

Two hands

attached to two arms.

Connected to what?

Wait? Her torso?

Wrapping, folding, squeezing.

Until,

peace flows within.

Reviews

[AcasualPawn]

Excellent poem. Perfectly depicting its title self soothingly...
Life is a long journey and its easy to cross with someone's shoulder present in time of happiness to enjoy, and in times of sadness to cry...