In the ignorance of our longing, we often remain,
Hoping for someone, to ease our pain.
A lover, a friend, or a passerby near,
To validate our worth, and make our fears disappear.

Yet, in this longing, we’re ensnared,
Bound by the belief, that we must be paired.
But healing eludes us, in this waiting game,
For our wounds to mend, we must break free from shame.

Like wounded soldiers on life’s relentless battlefield,
Surrounded by fellow fighters, yet our wounds unhealed.
Seeking solace in the company of others, we endure,
Hoping their presence will alleviate the pain we endure.

Despite their fleeting attempts at consolation, we remain,
Trapped in a state of perpetual despair, our spirits wane.
Left stranded amidst the chaos of our own turmoil,
The people we thought would come to our aid, their promises spoil.

They lead us away from the battlefield, to a hidden place,
Assuring us they’ll find help, leaving us...