I came to you “broken”
And saw that you were broken too.
You opened your doors to “fix” me,
And although I agreed, it was because
I saw that it was you I was to save.
I recognized the Thing squatting within you
I shined my light to drive the demon out,
And while it writhed and twisted in pain
You chastised me for being too bright.
I acted the way you expected –
Crazier than you.
I stayed asleep, much easier by far
Than to be awake and see the scars,
The scars that scored your soul
Left from It’s poisoned claws.
I took my leave of you
Bereft of strength and will,
Angry that I couldn’t help.
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t get past your stubborn pride.
You couldn’t quite see the saving hand
Kept outstretched and waiting.
But now I’ve gone
And the bond is fading
While you give in to the twisted, blackened thing.
I still hope and pray
Even when others believe It’s there to stay.
I punish myself,
I blame myself
For my complete and utter failure to help.
I failed you my friend,
My love my heart,
I failed to defeat the demon
That is now tearing you apart.

1 comments:
This sounds like my own sob-story. I related to so much in this poem that it could have been written by my own hand. Even last night, I thought about how my light outshines his darkness, how he gives into it so much when all I've wanted to do was help uplift us to a place that life shines with all its brilliance. Yet he prefers the fear and trying to clip my wings. And it is so very hard to fly when your heart is so heavy...
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