Maybe all I wanted to hear are those simple words that all too quickly disappeared.
Maybe all I just needed was someone to hold me close.
To hold my hand.
To help me through this paralyzing fear.
Just the one, to look me in the eyes and say “I’m Here.”
To hear, and know,
To feel and to show,
You are safe now.
There are no more monsters at each corner.
No more ghosts will darken your years,
“Let my voice be the only one you hear.”
Maybe now my world would be different.
Maybe now I wouldn’t be enrapt in my detriment.
Maybe I wouldn’t feel like my chest is pinned by cement.
Maybe now I would know how to breathe,
Maybe my eyes, through no more tears, I would see,
Maybe I wouldn’t blame equally human and deity.
For God and man, neither ever really understand, that their own dogma, their own righteousness, is their own demise in my heart.
As much as I would like the universe to heal this broken soul,
What we’ve lost, came at a cost, this winter frost,
Maybe what would be left,
Would be a little more than silence.
Of special talents I’ve learned to feel empowered,
Is each and every moment of what a safe harbor should be,
I see nothing but the jagged shores pinning me in.
The boulders, and rocks, there only to put me under.
Somewhere deep in limbo between a shattered heart,
And somewhere in between a fractured mind.

There has emerged the last thing I ever thought, or expected, I would find….