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A Wish

A wish.

Wistful and unexpected,

welcome at the right time,

reaching out to reign me in,

so I am safe again.

Sincerely,

some kind of happiness,

hidden away,

until it rains,

and I need to be warm and dry,

a new life,

jumping off the edge,

into unknown depths.

Life is stubborn,

sweet,

sometimes.

Life is such an elusive lover,

no matter how many times

I try to be faithful.

I inherit confidence,

and influence,

from the women I have been,

on days where I was wistful,

unexpected and untroubled.

My heart is heavy,

harmed,

hazardous,

but I feel the future could be kind.

I want the future to be kind.

I want my wishes to be mine.