So it started simple.
You held on, gave me words and painted pictures.
The tip of your tongue held words, mountains rising and rivers running.
The way your eyes suddenly dim, the cracks show. They're deeper and each day they carve their way closer to your core.
Your hidden starlight wards away hurt, only you don't let it seep into you; to help and guide you.
When you take your steps with confidence, your hips sway and that familiar smile. The strength shining through and shrouding your yearnings and weaknesses.
When you walk I beam, my thoughts wrapping around my confidence in you.
The pillar you represent, a sword to fight off loss and hurt.
You are light, intertwined with my darkness.
The swirling fear dissipating with each word you say, like a prayer.
You stand and fall, but you always fight.