I hold
your
hands
and tell
you these
words,
“surrender,
beautiful
one, for
you are
never
alone”.
the time
shifts back,
In tears,
you say,
"I am afraid
to be loved
for who I
truly am,
If the world
sees the truth,
I shall be
deserted,
who will
love me?
who can
see the
true colors
of this heart
I veil in my
chest, in fear
I shall be
hurt?
I am
wounded,
and far
from truth,
and so,
here I stand,
defenseless."