Sunday, November 16, 2014

Gone by

Why am I still
holding your hand?
Maybe because
you still seem
a little lost to me,
a little vulnerable.
Wide eyed,
perhaps a bit alone.
I see you hiding
behind the curtain
and I make sure
no one finds you.
I leave you
breathing unsteadily
in your curtain cocoon.
Your breaths caught
in the words
you are rehearsing to say.
I know your struggle,
don't worry.
I know your rage, 
don't explain.
I'll protect you
for as long as
it feels right  to me.
Though they say 
I am a fool.
A coward with a
weak mind.
For holding on to you.
A child I should just 
leave behind.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What if you are no longer a child but a grown up who is just that person who still needs someone to offer a hand to hold?