I need a hug

3 October 2021 ~ W. Donovan

It’s getting cold. You wake up in the morning and get out of the bed with your cold feet you head to the window. You touch the cold glass trying to touch the sun, rising in the distance. Cold.

The weather has nothing to do with the cold that I carry in myself, though. It’s always been here. Never goes away. Never disappears. Like crystals of ice covering my skin. Why am I so cold?

You just need a little bit of fire, my dear, you would think. But I walked through the fire many times and never felt a stroke of warmth. My body’s weak. Starving. Barely breathing. Vanishing.

I need a hug. Where are you? Asking the only person who could hug me. You know no one else can do it. Do not touch me. Do not come any closer. How sad is that? Always in the arms of strangers.

What did you do to me? Never needed this. Touching, hugging, talking. Always fine on my own. What did you do to me? I picked the fruit from the tree, deep red, and I ate it forgetting how bitter it had been.

Maybe the Mother was right.
Maybe I shouldn’t be on my own, after all.

Published by W. Donovan

Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan

10 thoughts on “I need a hug”

johncoyote says:

3 October 2021 at 14:31

I believe dear Weronika. We need human kindness. A hug, a smile. Kind words. I would give you a hug. I need a hug too.

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Poet of the Light says:

3 October 2021 at 16:38

In the tempering, every soul often desires the polar view from the one at hand as well as the one doing all the wielding. imo

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1. W. Donovan says:
  
  10 October 2021 at 11:24
  
  …and it never ends, even when you stop breathing.
  
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  1. Poet of the Light says:
    
    10 October 2021 at 13:09
    
    Change your habits to change your life, even if it means leaving your environment, if possible.
    
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  2. W. Donovan says:
    
    17 October 2021 at 09:53
    
    Thanks ❤
    
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Helen C. Viorel says:

5 October 2021 at 23:11

How do you always capture my exact feelings so well in your poems? How do you always know exactly what it feels like to be so relentlessly introverted but somehow so starved for a specific love? It scares me how much I relate to your words.

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1. W. Donovan says:
  
  12 October 2021 at 20:32
  
  I guess that’s why I’m here for 😉
  
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sama says:

29 November 2021 at 18:38

also i need a hug of my love
my lovely 🖤😔

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1. W. Donovan says:
  
  5 December 2021 at 09:06
  
  Doesn’t it feel like not wearing a coat in a cold winter evening?
  
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thereluctantpoet says:

28 January 2022 at 14:40

Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

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