Lonely in a Room Full of Love

 Why do I feel guilty for wanting more  love?  

My friends love me to the moon and back.  

I love myself so fully it spills over the edges.  

My family loves me with such devotion 

that sometimes it feels like a warm blanket wrapped too tightly.  

I am surrounded by love—  

in every corner, in every face that knows me.  

And yet… my heart still dreams of one more kind. 

A love I can rest my whole being in.  

A place to sleep safely,  

held by arms that cherish every part of me—  

from my head to my toes.  

Someone who knows my silences as well as my words. 

Someone who stands with me in the soft light of healing, 

and through the shadows of my past.  

Someone to walk beside me in life’s unfolding,  

who belongs only to me in that sacred way,  

and to whom I belong just as deeply.  

I am deeply grateful for the love I already hold— 

for the laughter of friends, 

the tenderness of family,  

the peace of self-acceptance.  

But my heart still reaches—  

for an intimate love that is gentle and without judgment, 

steadfast and selfless,  

a love unafraid of truth.  

A love stripped of pretense,  

pure as morning light—  

a naked love.