When

When will it be my turn to

have a world where I’m understood?

When will it be my time to

have a hand to hold?

When will it be my secrets that

Are no longer just my own?

When will this life give me

A soul that longs for mine?

When will destiny lead me

To a safe place to call home?

©️2020Nova

Nova

“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza

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