Sta.sh
In times of pain I find myself thinking of you,
The way you held my hand,
You were with me as I took my final steps,
As a child,
Only to show me too soon the woman,
I would grow to be.
My heart was heavy and my world was dark,
And the pain,
The pain tore through me like fire.
There was no place for mercy here.
And yet you held my hand, pulling, dragging,
On a journey through the unrelenting fires,
I held onto you, my sanctuary amongst the flames.
But somewhere along the way you let go,
And I stumbled,
Falling behind within sight of the end,
I saw no flash of your eyes as you left me,
To be consumed by the raging fires.
In my time of desperation I become a child once more,
Bathed in fear,
A fear never forgotten that washes over me,
Full of vengeance,
At your name, your face, your voice, your mere memory,
And makes me fall once more down into the flames,
Becoming again that child too soon stolen from childhood.
In times of pain I find myself thinking of you,
The way you held my hand only to leave me behind.
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