I feel it so acutely…
Are you sure it isn’t mine?
The scars on your wrist…
Are healing with time.
…So why do I still feel the knife?
I can’t seem to help you
Or lessen your wounds,
Although heaven knows that’s all I want to do for you…
I hope you know that
If I could take the noise inside your soul into my own
In order to quiet your mind,
I would do it in a heartbeat.
But I am unable to take it. I cannot heal you.
And I die
That you tell me
You want to.
You’ve turned me into a praying woman, my friend.
You’ve turned my face towards God Himself.
So although you see no worth in yourself,
You should know that you’ve done my soul good.
If you can hold onto the strands of hope
And refrain from disposing of your beautiful life,
I have faith in the One who breathed it into existence
And I can make sure you’ll always have at least one friend
Here on the tear-stained globe.
So close your eyes tonight,
Stop trying so hard to be in control.
Cradled in the kind arms of peace.