Yearning
I don't wish to be saved.
I yearn for someone to sit by my side
With my hand Gently In theirs and listen.
I don't wish for someone to stitch Up all my torn bits,
but to hear the music Emitting from my wounds.
I do not wish to be saved. I wish to understood.
-M.S.
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