Poetry

The Yearning From The Soul.

I stopped calling it depression.
I call it the yearning from the soul.
I accept that my life has never been perfect and I've been unhappy for a long time.
Waking up everyday I feel the pain of a incomplete soul.
Needing the touch of a lover.
Needing the words of a kind heart.
Needing to progress while I stay rooted like a dying flower.
I'd rather be anywhere than here.
Here I am bound.
Here I see nothing but the view of a dying soul.
I know one day my soul will be complete and that's the day I have been waiting for my entire life.
Things take time and darling this feels like a lifetime.