Tuesday, 25 July 2006

I am here...

I wanted to hold you tight. I wanted you to let go of the hurt inside, for a moment, even if for only a single breath; to hold the weight off your shoulders to allow you to stretch.

I wanted to grab you and pull you in, to tell you it would be ok. To tell you it is ok to let it all go; wrap my arms around you and let you feel safe. I wanted you to cry on my shoulder and soak up your tears. I wanted to understand.

I felt your angst, your aching heart. As I looked into your eyes I hoped to see your soul and that you would know that I care and I want it to be ok. Like parent for a child with a grazed knee I wanted to hug away the pain; to kiss it and make it go away.

I know what its like to stand strong and not want to let go. The fear; what if I drop my guard? If I open the gates will I be able to close them again? If I release can I still function?

I am here

1 comment:

  1. Love your bits - you're the sweetest thing. I've never met a more caring, compassionate and sensitive person like you - and because you are so wonderful in every definition of the word, you are treasured for always.
    Thank you for being my friend, and for everything you are. xoxo

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