12/02/2024
When we rub against the thorns of life,
And forced to walk the road of brambles, we are not always granted the armour.
We endure continuously, the scrapping
Of one’s heart.
There is not, among the trillions of words,
Spoken in any language a phrase that can ward
The deep etching of pain.
We forsake the level ground,
like balancing on a beam, with oily shoes,
We fall.
When all lights have gone out,
When all else has failed,
We shall always be rescued.
Unbelievably,
You are not a second from another’s thoughts,
One you can nestle in to and weep.
In them is humanity,
Love that outweighs the demons,
One that shall shine a way
Just for you.
In their hands we shall always reside,
We do so, until that time x
