I am not your medicine.
I am not a miracle.
All I can do is hold your hand
every step of the way.
And be your hope
When you have none.
And be your candle,
When you are engulfed in your darkness.
I cannot cure that loneliness
Plaguing you everyday.
All I have is my presence,
and maybe I can ease your pain.
All I ask is you squeeze my hand
When I become terrified of your demons.
And I want you to understand,
That I also have mine to share.
And together, both of us
Can creep and survive
the jungles that we weaved
Straight from our minds.
And perhaps we will be victorious
Or perhaps it will take time.
But in this tunnel that you call life
I will be your flicker of light.