By Maeve Clinger, TIWP Student

i am standing in a field 

surrounded by wildflowers

they are all staring 

laughing

at me 

me and my overthinking 

me and my hopefulness that never goes anywhere

me and my cold sheets

me and how alone i am 

and i am just searching 

for somebody 

anybody 

who sees how i see

who hears how i hear

who can hold my hand

and tell me

it’ll be okay

who will kiss away my tear-stained face

who will love me for who i am 

not what i could be

so if that person is out there

somewhere 

just come home.