Even though my yearning hands were under someone’s aegis, i can still sense Incomplete.

The cold steel bars that block the window were warmed by my palms every time I stay there for hours thinking of myself and my Mom, my Dad and I until…

a tragedy separates us for time indefinite

When I am alone I sense their presence like diluted tendrils meddling my doleful heart.

I often close my eyes and listen to my cry that thread upon the labyrinth road from where I stand towards heaven.

I miss something; a parents’ love, touches, hugs that I only experience in dreams

Sometimes my desire is so great that wanes the distance between my reality and my reverie and when I open my eyes

emptiness hits me… My daily nightmare…

The secrets of my heart I hide from the world except from the cold steel bars of this orphanage window beneath the concealing aged mango tree; the witness of my adversity.

Copyright Airyn R.Lentija 2010

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