Sitting on the balcony full of regret.
Angry with myself for being me
Needing the touch of hands
The smile of love
And wishing that I could keep my peace.

Why so needy?
Why so unsure?
Why so emotional?
Desperate,
Anxious,
Fearful,
Sad.

This verandah is my bed,
the traffic, my friends,
the street, my ward
in my Hospital town.