Being there. Such a simple task that means so much. You don’t have to move mountains, or wear a cape. You just have to page through your favourite book next to me, While I lay across from you, watc…
Source: Nailed down affection
Such a simple task that means so much.
You don’t have to move mountains, or wear a cape.
You just have to page through your favourite book next to me,
While I lay across from you, watching my favourite show.
Just make a funny face at me from across the room.
Listen to me while I’m replaying the events of my day dramatically.
Laugh at the right places and roll your eyes on cue.
Just do it, don’t think.
Don’t ask, how or if you should.
Sit with me in silence when I’m sad.
Hold my hand and don’t.
Smile at me,
Give me light when it’s dark.
Scold me when I’m wrong.
Embrace who I am.
Just be there.
And I’ll be there too.
I scratched at the paint of the memories,
Its colours so vivid.
It itched as it floated to the ground,
Swirls of colours I despised.
I began to peel away the new skin I climbed in,
That hid who I was.
I was searching for something to fill the void
And I lost myself in the maze of it.
I just wanted to be seen.
I walked away from what I wished you saw in me,
Now, I see myself again.
My canvas is blank.
I lift my paintbrush,
I see the colours I love again.
It is beautiful.
It is freedom.
The sky is painted with hues of soft pink
and the world stands still for a while,
While we whisper and repeat the tranquil sounds .
And there’s the call that brings us back to earth
And our hearts feel contented.
And we rinse our souls of the day’s events
And remember the point of it all,
As we are brought to our knees and humbled.
And our secrets and hopes are spilt from our hearts
as we converse with
Everything greater than ourselves.
And we gather our broken pieces and wounds we
have collected from this life.
And a weight is lifted as we realise this is all temporary and it
will be worth it in the end.
And we lift our hands and ask for guidance on this tight rope we call life.