Ayah .H
Would you let me take your hand? And be there for you? And show you that a sky without a moon and stars, Is filled with clouds and so much light? Would you let me show you that loneliness visits me too? That you are not alone and I understand what it feels like to be a golden vessel and empty too.
I understand what it feels like to block out the voices and their mockery.
To stretch your smiles beyond your sadness hoping it overshadows the darkness within.
Would you let me hold your hand,
Not with affirmations and motivations, but with my presence offering companionship.
This is what I give to you, an identical body and soul to lean on, mirrored souls that find comfort in each other's stories.
After all isn't that what we all seek, to know we aren't the only ones fighting this painful battle to be free.
7/13/21
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Breakfast With Suns And Tears
PoetryPoetry. "As you can see I am made of glass You can break me to pieces But know this You will never walk away unscathed Without a promise of a scar And a blood trail left behind " Ayah .H
