I dreamt of tears
Falling softer than the skin
On the underside of her bended knee
The knee she used to pray
For salvation. For hope.
She looked to me for her answers
To the riddles plaguing her mind
Turning thoughts into open sores
Incapable of healing
Pick on someone your own size she pleaded
To the universe as it poked and
Prodded her yet again
Challenging her to break under its weight
Under the grooves it wore into her shoulders
The help I yearned to give lost on my tongue
Like so many other regrets
I simply watched, waited
Wandered her chaos like a nomad searching
For a safe place to nest