Prison

I

wish you could see the world

through a lens that is beautifully

you.

 

A lens that never turned this dark,

a lens that

yearns

to grow.

 

Though I wouldn’t want this, but

I

am able to live my lifetime being,

being entirely cut off by you.

I

am able to breathe and live there

if

I have to. But you,

will you?

 

Will you

ever

find the colors

your

life took away from you?

Will you ever paint

the dark world

you’ve

walled yourself into?

Locked into

shades that

no longer

work for you?

 

Though,

I do long,

wish,

dream of having you in my life,

when

you’re healthy and at full strength,

I pray you find your freedom from yourself

more for you

than for anybody else.

 

I think

you’re capable of escape

from the prison that is you,

but if

you never realize you’re in there,

there’s nothing I can do.

 

I’m sorry,

I truly am,

in a role

But I refuse to drown myself

your

dark self is summoning

to use me to help you up.

To pull you with all my might,

so you can find,

and finally see

the

true you.

 

All I can do is model,

through patience and acceptance of this you,

who uses hurting me,

as a way to voice inner pain.

 

I know you’re currently able

to see how light our world would be

if

we showed each other

love.

I know,

you,

like I did,

need to hit that rock bottom to find your way up.

But, please, know,

we truly can’t do anything but wait

and pray you

find your own path to

being

beautifully you.