You Are, So I Can Be

I lay my head in your lap for comfort~

You caress my hair and calm my wounds.

Sometimes I am a little boy in your arms~

You know and allow me to revert.

You understand my scars~

Scars that tell a story of unfathomable

Pain and upheavals~ Ocean floor~

Tectonic plates~

The recesses of pain hidden in trenches.

 

You stay with me.

You hold me close.

You caress and soothe.

 

You are, so I can be.

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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One Response to You Are, So I Can Be

  1. This is beautiful word craft.

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