Sunday, 17 February 2008
09:54:54 PM (GMT)
I look at you; your big hands comfort me. They stroke the side of my face as if you
have known me forever. Your fingers linger across my forehead, finding the spots were
it hurts me; I confine in you. And you believe in me. Your touch embraces me with an
overwhelming feeling unknown to the dark side of me. I finally let light in. I can
know see your face. Your skin smooth and soft, like a newborn child. The child of the
unknown mother and abandoned father, your cries remind me of him. Yet you understand
me, love me, and comfort me. And in return I reach out for you but you slow drift
away, promising to return. But before you go, I look deeply into your eyes. Your eyes
red and black from years of pain and used to darkness and are now exposed to the
light. Tears roll down your cheek. It flows slowly and you reject it as if it burns
your cheek; your tears are golden and shine. But the light rejects you. I move
towards you but you push away. You run away embarrassed, the tears falling behind
you. Never to return to sunlight again…I miss you golden tears. Comfort me again.
Let me tell you my secrets. Come back.