Can you not see the same things as I?
My hands lay limp-, dripping slowly,
Crimson ink staining all that I hold tight.
For no more reasons would I consider letting you go-,
Never to risk staining you with my embrace.
Yet only I weep among the people in this dark room,
Staring in disbelief at the wandering faces around me.
Only in their eyes, could I finally see-, all of us-,
Alone without arms to hold us up-,
Inching onward to a place we call home.
Even knowing this,
I drag my torn body along the tiles-,
Slowly streaking it in what dreams pour out of me-,
Making my way out of the crowd.
Not one man made way for me-, wounded as I was.
Instead-, I reached desperately, breathless,
No concern for anything but my love who lies peacefully in tow.
With exhaustion I begged God to help me-,
Pleading with every waning thought
To save no one but my self.
And then-, silence.
I fell limp, to the solid ground upon which I crawled-,
A river unlike any I’ve ever known-, pouring from my eyes,
As I came to understand what I had done.
In mere moments, my father was standing before me-,
Staring with such emotion-,
Asking how I managed to make it thus far.
It was with my heart tearing at my lungs, I spoke.
“Because I am me.”