I am not broken, like some toy that no longer serves a purpose.
I am strong. Stronger than you will ever know.
Like a diamond, formed by pressure and pain, I am beautiful.
Like the diamond, I am strong.
But even strong people fall down.
Sometimes the step is a bit steeper than originally anticipated.
Sometimes, life drops a tiny twig in the path as I run.
The fall hurts, and when I fall I sit down and cry.
But I will get back up, stronger than before.
Will you be the one who walked away from the tears, or the one who gave me a helping hand up?
He was drowning in thought and emotion.
Struggling to keep his head above water, too focused on surviving to cry out for help.
I watched him get lost, feeling around the depths of his own mind
Searching for the light
I reached out, pulled him from the sea of doubt
Raised a torch to light his way
He asked for escape
I let him get lost in me
He asked for pain
I left bruises
He needed my love
I loved him the best way I know how
His escape was about him
He is mine
His needs are mine
My hand, my light, my love
With these things he will always find his way home