My lips breathe a lullaby
They tremble for a comforting cry
I lay awake in still darkness
Feeling the chilled air, sweep my face, and brush brown strands off my forehead
My stomach quenches, and churns for affection
My mouth, a desert, crisp, cracked, and dry, unable to carry loving words
My eyes, stay as open ice pools, drowned in their frozen tears
Only my fingers move, and twitch at my sides, as they yearn and daringly reach for a touch
...but are constantly denied by the emptiness that lies between
I am apathetic toward my greif
The apathy numbs my swollen and bruised heart
...why do I stay jaundiced toward myself, when I know that-
He has sung me to sleep, every night since I was born
He has been my light in the silent and drenching darkness
He has cooled and relieved my face with his warm breath
He has touched my hair, and put it back in it's place
He has fed me with love, beyond mere affection
He has spoken his pure, loving, and angelic words...that no human mouth can bear vocalizing
He has wiped my tears, and left my eyes with a glistening shine
He has held my hands, and urged them to never let His' go
I am grateful to my sadness
My sadness brought me, Him.
