Cookies in a bag

In shadows deep, where hopes unfold

I stand alone, a tale untold.

For all I give, in vain, it seems

The love I yearn for drifts in dreams.

My father’s gaze, a distant shore

My mother’s touch, a mythic lore.

Love’s fleeting spark, a fleeting grace

Yet none will hold me in their embrace.

The hearts I seek, they pass me by

Their fleeting glances, fleeting sighs.

The ones who stay, they never see

The love I hold, the part of me.

Like cookies crushed in reckless hands

My feelings scatter, grains of sand.

In every shake, in every tear

I lose the self I hold so dear.

Yet in this pain, a truth reveals

That worth’s not measured by what’s dealt.

For I am more than what’s expressed

A human heart, in aching quest.