The Attachment Wound Cuts Deep

Half the population - or so they say (including Bill Maher)

The Attachment Wound Cuts Deep

The attachment wound cuts deep
Seeking an object of desire
Upon which to project 
Its merciless unease
Am I lovable 
Acceptable
Desirable
Wanted
Do I belong 
Anywhere in the wayward matrix
To anyone?
Will I suffocate or die alone?

Or perhaps 
Shall I learn to tolerate 
In my own time
The squirmy discomfort
That marks a human body  
Turning inward, where
Magnificent treasures
Lay nestled in fine sand
Just beneath rocky seas
And their reckless thrashing
Of my tranquility 

Here I find that I belong 
And I always have
To me

-Abigail Somma