I think of the warmth,
The way I'd imagine it'd feel,
anyway,
This gentle comfort piercing my hardened skin,
Protection from what i feared I'd fear,
Isolation.
My hardened skin,
scars from things I knew wouldn't happen to me,
Not me.
They did.
They will again,
And again,
Yet this warmth keeps me out of this bitter night,
Its sweet Embrace from the simple lick of delight,
The shining light in what is now,
In this moment,
The guardian of my fears,
The gatekeeper of my Hell,
My assurance of embrace.
One touch is all it takes to free me,
My life,
All but Prosecuted by fear and doubt.
Please free me guardian,
Gatekeeper,
My assurance of embrace,
Free me from this hell.