Regression

A hug is waiting
At every open door
But it's not enough
To sooth the soul

Bending
To pick up the pieces
From the floor
Of my shattered heart

Longing to hear
The words
That only one soothing voice
Can provide

My ringing ears
Provide no comfort
To my aching head
And my bleeding heart

Body quivering
Needing to be held
In the strong arms
That she slept in

Soul screaming
Longing for a past
Shying away from a future

Locking herself
In a clear box
Of her regression

Junior Year HS