Need and Want"
People seek your light,
like moths to flame
drawn to the warmth you never claimed.
They need you,
or say they do,
but what of you?
Do you need the crowd,
their voices loud,
their presence near?
Or is it just the echo you fear?
Maybe you want them—
a fleeting touch, a laugh, a name—
but not to fill a hollow space,
not to mend what never broke.
Because deep within,
beyond the noise,
beyond the ache of mortal choice,
you have Him—
the Still, the True,
the only One who carries you.
So let them come,
and let them go.
Your soul is known.
You're never alone.
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