No Chances

Flowing abundantly, are sands of yearning, hopeful wishes of wonderful times to come. Their beginnings are just peeking about, complacently studying their surroundings. Whispered desires spirited into the open at tiny moments of joy. Listening carefully for familiar sounds to beckon inner creativeness. Knowing that trust is missing from life and love can never be attained, because of this missing ingredient, saddens hearts at times. There is no consoling or healing to be done for scars have been too long embedded in a being. Unafraid of life and change, walking through it all, knowing inside that a fear does exist of getting close or loving, and hiding from it, not wishing to be hurt anymore. Keeping everyone at a distance is alright most of the time, but finding at times wishing for companionship or a close friend to share little things with. Continuing to be a hermit in a great big world, silent, shy, timid throughout days of life.