Poem #8

I dream of alcohol,
My father's love and how he treated my mother when I was five,
I wish for someone who would protect me,
From all the things I've seen.

I wish to have a childhood once again,
To be loved more this time,
To be cared for this time,
To be taught how to live by someone other than me.

I am longing for a gentle friend,
In whose hug I could feel save,
Who would listen to my talking without laughing,
Who would become my mentor in this world.

But who would look over a broken ceramic doll?
Who would choose to care about an adult child?
Who would mentor me without any benefits from it?
I am let dreaming of stronger me.