I was meant to be your crutch because you bruised your legs..
Yet I walked away just as you were about to put your hand on my shoulder
The voices steered me away and even though my heart relentlessly told me to go back and pick you up, the voices muffled it's sound
Even as my soul also told me you were on the floor..unsupported.my head was fixed to the front
You always thought I was the strongest fighter ever to be born to this earth
But I wasn't.. I failed
I let some whispers that were all in my head dictate how I cared for you and that is not right.
Poetry may not solve this...maybe nothing will but maybe one day you will let me dust off the dirt that gathered when you fell