To that person, in that place, on that day:
Never lose your light.
He sat there, watching,
and I knew it: I am a storm.
It’s a whirlwind in me,
just as in you…
How do you stop these waves from crashing,
while wishing they’d blow away?
Though it needn’t be said,
I’m sorry all the same.
The chaos, it gets the better of me some days;
I am not proud to say:
I hold a fear in me at times-
A fear that nothing will ever change.
Instead, I reach out a hand to hold, an invisible line…
I can see it. Your heart’s just like mine.