Help me

[anna3]

I change my name
Almost every day
Once I start to be brave
And I see my self
So strong so great
As a queen of this game
As a woman from your dream
As the Athena with
The sword of words
To win this premier price
You, I mean
But you know
That sometimes I’m so weak
And I can’t even speak
Standing so close to you
And I don’t know at all
What to do with this heart
So broken-down, so afraid of
This real truth or of even you
And this life too
Please help me
To understand
What should I do
To be with you
My friend

[anirbas]

I think longing is a double edged sword...That we fall upon, again and again, unrequitedly...
I like the way you took this sword of longing and transformed it into something more...
A poem...Thanks for sharing, Anna! Got more? Sabrina.

[dawness]

tenderly gut--wrenching anns... we pine, then we become fine ( hopefully). nice gem.