Friday, March 11, 2016 10:11 PM
5/4/13
when no one would believe me, you did.
you reached out your hand to me, no,
you grabbed it, not caring whether i wanted your grasp or not.
and you reeled me in to shore
you patched me up, pointed out the right path,
and walked with me a little ways.
handed me over to caring hands,
down a pathway marked with your light.
yes, even in those shadows,
your light shone through,
a beacon through the dense undergrowth.
now i am safe and sound,
forging ahead, buoyed by my own strength;
a little patchwork doll, sewn together with your hope and skill.
but the debt has caught up with you and
your star grows ever dimmer.
what is a doll without its owner,
you, who gave me life anew.
i pray that your star will burn on,
but fuel is short and the nights grow ever colder.
i know i should let you go, not keep you here, suffering.
but how can i say goodbye when you are going in my place?
