Achilles Heel

I reach out, to you – I know I’m embarrassing myself. I do so anyway, with thousands of things to say. It’s a weakness I’m hiding – it’s me giving myself a shell. In futile efforts of hiding, what we both know very well.

I cover my letters in niceties, words I don’t intend to say, when all I ever want to know is – are you okay? Are your dreams coming true? Is life treating you good? Are your days filled with peace, fulfilment, laughter and growth…do you love the things you do?

The truth I’ve always known but never had guts to say, the one person I wish for-the best in life, in the whole wide world - is you.