Wednesday, 1 September 2010
03:04:51 AM (GMT)
"Give me anything
to keep me breathing"
She said to me one morn',
Her blue eyes begging
For any reason
To make life feel less forlorn.
I looked to the ground
I looked to the sky
Searching for any
But at last my gaze
Returned to hers
"What can I do to stop your excision?
What can I see that hasn't graced your vision?
All I can say, you've already heard
And still you wish to be interred.
My arguments will be the same,
Therefore, what difference can I claim?"
At once I knew that this
Was not what she wanted
Or what she thought she needed to hear,
And I almost wished to reverse my words
When down her cheek came cascading a tear.
Each tremble of her lip
Was a bolt through my spine
How I loathed appearing
So heartless and malign.
"P-please," she pleaded
"Give me a reason to go on living.
Any little thing at all
To catch me before I fall."
"You've already got a reason," said I,
"Lest you wouldn't be standing here.
You ask for me to keep you breathing
Because you wish to stay alive,
But only you can say
What pushes you to survive."
I watched my words sink in,
Wedging themselves into self-inflicted cuts
And causing the wounds to fade,
And I was pleased to see the difference
My few words had made.
For while the smile on her face was small,
As realization dawned,
It nonetheless was shining
Dazzling and brilliant for all.
She shyly kissed my cheek
And softly whispered in my ear,
"Thank you so much for setting free
The truth I had locked inside of me
For now I see my reason why
Was staring at me this entire time."