All I want
Beneath the black canvas
I resent not those who were born wealthy,
But those who have draped the murks over my fragile body.I resent not those who have their journey guided by the angels,
But those who have made me dressed in mourning black,
Putting my cries to silent.I resent not those who have their lips carved with a smile,
But those who have painted my face with sadness.I resent not—
I want to have no more resentment thrived from the root of my grounds,
But all I want is an ear to listen my every breathe,
A hand to hold me—
To guide me,
And a pair of strong arms which would keep me, cocooned like a butterfly in their silky case.All I want is what I would not have.
All I want is what people are unable to promise.But,
I'd be sad no more—
I will never be,
Just please, for once.That is all I want.
—Jane L
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