When will I be set free

Of this sentence of loneliness set before me?

How many lessons must I learn?

How much more heartache must I endure

To find the happiness I so dearly long for?

I’m afraid I’m not destined to find my love.

He is out of my reach, taunting me.

Briefly, he shows his face

Only to slip away until another time, another place.

My love has taught me well, helped me grow

Into the woman I am but no one knows.

Oh, to find my love and feel his warm embrace

Of understanding and cherishment that is blinded in every face

By a selfish desire to capture and isolate

What needs to be free, nurtured, trusted – for this I will wait.

My needs are more than most souls can give

I feel I’ll find my love when I no longer live

In this body confined to a life of learning

And when I’m called home there will be no more yearning.

All that I long for, all that I hold dear

Will be mine so don’t shed one tear.

For I will be happy, blissfully content

And perhaps be the love you reach for – the one that is sent

To fill you heart with desire to love openly

And not limit yourself to only what you see.

A. L. Spradling