I sometimes act and think as if my well being depends upon others. ~ vincenzo ©

For so long
I settled for less
Not knowing
What less could mean
Groping for approval
And elusive self-esteem
Why do you reach out to me?
When even I
No longer recognize myself?
Why don’t you blow
On the smoking flax of my heart?
So close to its demise anyway
You who call me friend
Is there room
For someone like me?

~ vincenzo