A boy sits,
skin littered with red lines
and black and blue streaks,
freckles and scars.
His heart lays open upon his chest
and he waits.
But no answer comes.
A boy sits,
confused and afraid,
unsure of what to do,
pleading for signs.
His heart lays open upon his chest
and he waits.
But no answer comes.
A boy sits,
with bruised hands and bloody walls,
anger and frustration
threatening to consume him.
His heart lays open upon his chest
and he waits.
Why won't the answer come?
A boy sits,
with tear-stained cheeks,
desperate and alone,
hopeless and fearful.
His heart lays open upon his chest
and he waits.
The answer came.
Weathered hands wipe his tears
and shaking arms embrace him,
an apology
and a promise.
His heart lays open upon his chest
and he hopes
that his answer will stay.
