Now listen, I understand if you’re not comfortable going there with me, but please, don't talk to me about the weather when there’s a storm brewing inside in your head, thats far more worthy of mentioning. I tire of the shallow small talk crap! It's your tender juicy bits that turn me on.
I'm open to revealing my raw broken bits to you. I trust that you have my best interests at heart and I know you’ll keep me safe. I'd like to believe that you know how equally trustworthy I am, of your tormented treasures and shady secrets. It's my honor really, to hold them with you.
I want to dive into the mystery with you, swim through the portals that can free us from the day to day constrains of mundaneness. Although my hand will be sweaty, I will firmly grasp yours as we delve in together. I wont let you slip away from me, my intention is to stay close and support you all the way. I’m good at that.
I will pick you up when you fall to your knees in anguish and even if you fall flat on your face, I’v been there plenty, I know how to peel you up from that sticky floor. I’v become a master at mending broken dreams, my own pain has grown me very useful skills indeed. When your horizon looks bleak or scary, I’ll help you paint a new scope of possibilities, cause like you, I’v looked into the relentless face of failure and stared it down, until it smiled.
I have wrestled with dread and despair into twisted ribcages and bloody armpits. And even though the fight was brutal, I squeezed my way out from under it, victorious and stronger.
I’v bled bucketfuls of blasphemy, that never saved me And when shame knocked its ugly cheek against my swollen heart, I meekly peeked up through a proud less lid, remembering my mothers scornful stare.
When my prayers seem to blow off in the wind and never reach their intended destination, my hollow throat whispered desperate songs of mercy. I was never left to wither or crumble. It may have taken more time than I was comfortable with, but endurance brings great rewards and I always came out with flying colors.
I believe in the human spirit, my life is evidence of that.
Yes, dear one, I am willing to draw on ALL my wars for you and harness their power to aid you in your battle. I will be the friend that will carry you over this threshold and bring you back to yourself. So here, take my sweaty hand and lets fall into the storm of your mind, together we shall conquer its ferociousness.
You can count on me, I’m good at that.