Author: An Insomniacs Rebellion PM
I wrote this to one of my friends when she was having a hard time in life.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 463 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-03-05 - id: 1849432
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Your muffled voice is reaching out to me from beneath the black clouds of pain. I can hear what you're saying, I can see what you need.
The others just turn away and keep on walking, leaving me to wonder why they're so cruel and insincere.
It's alright though; it makes me want to reach a hand out to you, no matter how cold and cut and rough, and pull you into my protective shell of friendship even more.
I wish I could save you, take you away from here, from this place.
All I can do is watch you struggle and try to pull you up from the waters of rejection.
He dropped a pebble into the smooth glassy surface of your world, and ripple after ripple cascades onto your life, each one tearing down a wall of innocence and replacing it with a wall of mistrust and fear. I wish I could break down everyone of those and put happiness and contentment in their place.
Your tears make me hate him more and more for you every day.
Everyone gets a little gust of wind that brings trouble to them every once in a while. You have a hurricane. With every window it breaks, with every shutter it rips off, and with every crack in your foundation it makes, you grow stronger.
You are my hero, because you have yet to falter. Everyone sways before they break; you have yet to flinch.
I see abandoned parks and empty convenient stores. I see a little girl and her kite left to fly alone in a world of cold lightning and powerful rain. I see the girl get older with each strike, with each bolt. I see the hole in her heart grow bigger and smaller and more cluttered and empty, all at the same time.
I see you kneeling in your street with your face towards the rain, the falling drops imitating the true falling drops of pain you couldn't blink back before it was too late. But it's okay. It's raining, no one can see them anyway. Except me. I can see them, because I'm sitting next to you with my face in the rain.
Because I can see the little girl. Because the sun is setting on a reality you can't face in the dark. A reality you can't face alone. So I will always be there when you look for me. Just turn around and I'm here waiting for you.
I love your soul, I love your spirit. I love your heart, I love your mind. I love your creativity, I love your inspiration.
I love YOU.
My hand is always going to be there for you.