Will you ever be there?

When the storm comes,
Will you be there to comfort me?
When I’m scared for what is to come,
Will you be there to put an arm around me?
When I need help,
Will you be there to lend a helping hand?
When I’m in doubt,
Will you be there to reassure me everything will be okay?
When sorrow has overwhelmed me,
Will you be there to give me a hug?
When all I see is through blurry eyes,
Will you be there to wipe away my tears?
When I call out your name,
Will you answer?
When, one day, I say ‘I Love You’,
Will you say ‘I Love You too’?
When the storm comes,
I will be there to comfort you.
When you’re scared for what is to come,
I will be there to put an arm around you.
When you need help,
I will be there to lend a helping hand.
When you’re in doubt,
I will be there to reassure you everything will be okay.
When sorrow has overwhelmed you,
I will be there to give you a hug.
When all you see is through blurry eyes,
I will be there to wipe away your tears.
When you call out my name,
I will answer.
When, one day, you say ‘I love you’.


"My Soul is Bigger Than Temptation"

The last thought lingers, quietly.
longingly, wishingly: Please leave.
I need no despair, or help of lonliness.
Leave me be to vindicate my soul.
To grab with more than my reach,
yet the gleam of the steel
still escapes by inches.
One more lunge upon the dirt,
Please do not let me fall.
The world tugging on my ankles and laces,
The whispers of those turning to screams.
Leave me alone! I try to scream.
Yet once again, it shows unheard.
Until suddenly a hand extends,
and at once my fingertips touch the cool metal.
There is no time to think, only
w/ zeal to grab hold w/ my full strength,and pull
until the power to swing the other hand forward comes.

But once my grip tightens,
So also does the world's, and
the tugging becomes yanking.

And as the yanking turns to pulling,
my lips finally part &
my voice fills the air as the words
come forth,
Reverberating the air, and the
waves turn to pierce the hearts of the world.

My tears falling freely to the earth,
the dirt turns to grass.
I pull myself to my feet.

I find myself alone,
where the darkness portrays a solid wall on each side of the path.
The dimness slowly becomes brighter yet.
As the light is so bright,
I look to my left,
to see the long pathway where the start is unclear.
I hear a far off cry:
As I slowly turn to my right,
the path's end is but not too far a distance.
There stands my family,
and my love-
All waving their arms and jumping in celebration of the sight of me.

The tree wasn't elaborate, but
was the fullest, prettiest, and held the most perfect fruit.

No time to think,
No time to walk,
My right hand let go of the rod of iron,
to run with a new found strength,
into the arms of those who really matter.

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