Save me from the
noise, the
crowd.
Save me from the
judging, jaded eyes.
Save me from my
pain, and make me
forget
such things exist.
But most of all, take this
broken heart of mine and make it
whole.

You put the
color back into my face, the
feeling back into my soul, the
passion back in
everything I do.
You lead my
cold eyes to warmth and my
numb mind to emotion and my
scarred heart to healing.
You took words and
put them into my head,
where I can
plaster them on the paper.
You took these
forgotten fingers and
taught them how to write again.

You brought back the poetry that
ran away from me when I
changed,
convinced it to take me
back into its
accepting arms;
because poetry doesn’t just take
sadness.
It takes
hope, and
happiness, and the
mental capacity to understand what you
can and can’t change.

You gave me
all of these,
because of you, I am
whole again.
And I
thank God every day for it.