[POEM] Longing Adrift

Sometimes, I feel like I'm merely a place where people come, recharge, and then move on. Leaving me standing on the shore, watching them sail away. My poem, Longing Adrift, came from that feeling, where connection feels fleeting, and I’m left wondering if anyone will ever stay long enough to really see me.

There’s an undeniable ache in waiting, though. It’s not just about wanting company, but a desire to be truly known, to be more than a brief stop for others. We all long for that feeling of being a safe harbour for someone—a place they return to, not just visit when it’s convenient. And while it can feel like we’re always waiting, I think that waiting has its purpose. It gives us time to reflect, to grow into the people we want to be, and to prepare ourselves for those deeper, lasting bonds when they finally do come. Or at least, that is the hope.

Longing Adrift

In the breaths of the wind,
I hear happy laughter,
Like waves, these moments of warmth,
They briefly touch my shores.
Visitors,
Looking for a quick recharge.
They come and go,
Leaving me adrift,
Wandering,
Unwanted.

My heart a harbour,
A transient stop.
Where shared burdens lighten,
If but only for a while.
And yet these souls, they sail away,
I’m left alone again,
The tide pulls me back to quiet solitude.
Connections fading into silence,
Unknown.

Nothing is permanent,
But this island heart.
Patiently waiting, for someone to find,
My solitary beacon in ocean's blue
Yearning to be more than just an echo,
More than a whisp of merely a thought,
But a haven true for a soul like mine,
Seeking refuge, seeking home.
Until then,
I am here,
Alone.
Waiting.