The Wallflower’s Wish

How strange it feels—
 To stand in the crowd,
 Where laughter blooms
 And joy sings loud.

Yet I am the shadow
 Beyond the light,
 A whisper unheard
 In the warmth of night.

Their mirth like stars
 That I cannot touch,
 I long for the closeness—
 It hurts too much.

I could step forward,
 Let courage begin,
 But something unseen
 Still holds me within.

Why do I yearn
 For a place to belong,
 When solitude hums
 My lifelong song?

What light could I offer,
What grace could I bring?
When I fear my presence
Dims everything.

But—hark, what wonder,
What sight do I see?
Someone is turning,
And reaching for me.

Sometimes it takes
Just one gentle hand,
To guide a lone blossom
Where others stand.

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Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.