Vulnerable to Love

Absent my intention,
I set myself up for failure.
Loneliness anchors disappointment
under chilled tides of sadness,
wanting to love but smothered
in unlovability.
On mornings, I crawled out of bed,
kneeling before my bed with folded hands.
I recited silent requests to God.

(© 2022 AC)

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