Author’s comment:
I wrote this when feeling hopeless about connecting with someone I love very much. Have you ever felt like I felt in this poem? It is not the end of my story. It gets much better.
”It’s never too late!”
There is a magnificent God waiting for the perfect moment to turn on the lights for each of us!
Hiding Like Monkeys
Sometimes trying
To connect with someone
Is like walking up
A steep and slippery hill
To a building
With no windows or doors.
I’ve tried to love her
As best I could
I’ve tried to love her
The worst I could
How many homes Are just a quiet place
To be alone
To feel our pain
To wish for for something better
To blame our others
For not loving better
To find our little escapes
Hiding like monkeys
Swinging in trees