Sunday, May 2, 2010

A crutch made of flesh

i just get so tired
tired sometimes
sometimes it's all just too much and
i just can't hold it.

i am lone Atlas,
fixing to shrug.

i wish for you to
prop me up
make dinner
tidy up the house
see that homework is done
and television is not

i wish for you to
hold me in those arms
so soft, so hard

so i don't fall

give me a crutch
made of flesh

that's all.

A lot of you have been visiting me in my dreams. We've laughed, we've understood. And it makes me need the crutches less. So keep dropping by.

1 comment:

Autumn Rain said...

I love the picture you used... as well as the poem type writing o__o