Through Me
June 22, 2008 — Ms. Beauchamp(Written sometime this past winter…)
My eyes see a man with a heart,
full of passion
a heart that desires, wants, needs
clearly there is a hole,
torn, shredded,
trying to mend.
Relief appears
across the wire
something to distract
something to get lost in
make it stop for a fleeting moment,
so he can breathe.
In his eyes I see such depth
a soul so sensitive
encased in a body so strong
imagine the pain
only a lover can inflict
dishonesty, betrayal, ultimate marital sins
trying to heal,
a sadness remains, so deep
your self is lost
He is desperate for relief.
Reach out-
compassion and understanding
are a whisper from your finger tips.
Let the distraction help,
stitch, repair the gash-
it can’t do anymore harm-
only good can come,
Believe that,
hope and optimism are powerful drugs.
Let her shower you.
