I live within your glass house
These cracked walls each tell their own story
Barely keeping you alive
They share each pain and heartache for the both of us
So I quickly hover on all sides
Picking up each and every piece
And I can’t seem to find quite enough glue to hold you all together
Cry now my gentle beautiful one…
Reach from within and rip apart your demons,
Tear down the rage before it explodes
Calm each and every wave from your daily storm
Hurry, run quickly before it’s all too late
Let me help you…quiet a thousand voices…
Could I hold your hand always,
Cradle your body to sleep
Like back in the days of infant dreams and twisted lullabies
That seem to hide it all away if only for the night
If only for a bit…
If only I could…
Karen Zea 2018
Life, one moment at a time... 