Shoulder to Cry On - 1. My Shoulder to Cry On

Calls, one after the other;

Problems... too many for me to sort.

Just sat through the night in silence;

With nothing to say for my day

A heavy heart is what I carried with me to the next day.

Burdens, each heavier than the last;

Chores... too many to handle.

Exhausted, I looked around at the mess,

That I didn’t get a chance to clear.

A weary body is what I dragged to bed each night.

Dreams, oh so elusive!

Nightmares... too many to ignore.

Sleepless, I toss and turn;

Warily eyeing the bottle on the nightstand.

The used pages of my notebook bear witness to it all.

A fresh breath of air;

A new smell – of freedom? (I hoped)

My eyes grew wide, my heart leapt with joy.

Could it be... could it be my ‘Shoulder to cry on’?

The weight of my unshed tears was what made me hesitate.

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Broken promises, over and over;

Old wounds: dug up and raw...

Your words seemed too good to be true;

Was it really ‘You’ that I saw?

Too many nights I had hoped,

For someone like you to come along;

Someone who would tell me it’s alright –

I didn’t always have to be so strong.

Together we could fall apart,

And then pick each other up.

You didn’t really know what your words did to me,

The hope flared. It just – wouldn’t stop!

Promise me, tell me, when I take your hand

You wouldn’t ever leave.

It’s almost my nightmare, back again:

One step; then would I rejoice, or grieve?

Your hold is strong,

On my hand, my heart and my gaze;

The drop-off is just a few steps ahead;

The light in your eyes doesn’t let my trust faze.

The smiles break free –

The glee in us, unbidden. How?

We’d been waiting too long for each other,

We can confidently leap off the rocks now!

The heavy stone weighing us down finally gone;

The lightened souls soar – Into the Unknown!

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