How do I take the time to explain the little girl living inside my brain
how she now sleeps
tears carved a canyon down her cheeks
a salty river marking my brain
reminders of how things once were
On good days we get ice cream. Walk across a bridge over that
lazy
dead
water
On the worst days She fractures
the river overflows with tears
salt cleans
purifies all signs of life
i hide
ashamed of my inability to care for Her i hide from Her storms
i wasn't there for Her for years. so caught up in my own struggles i could not help Her
I go to her now
bad days bring storms, and I hold her
she is afraid of lighting.
I still am.
I wipe the tears from her cheeks
I hold her in my arms
One day we will clear the salt from that river
For the first time, new life will form
For now, I wait
Afraid of what storms She has wrought
Afraid of what storms She will bring