Rescuer
shame
I swear Iâd breathe out whatâs left of me if it meant you were given the same fighting chance.
To run. To feel the heartbreak of young age.
To scream out your fears. To face them.
And here I am, a man left spread across a fear youâll never know.
Shame.
To wish she could be free of this.
Shame.
For the times Iâve turned away.
Given up on every broken thought too hard to face with the weight of helplessness.
Having nowhere to place the anger at a god built on assurances.
Itâs all I have not to fall apart watching her rallying to find the answer that just isnât there.
I see her worn out. I see the pain behind her eyes, watching you grow.
Watching you grow.
Still, Iâve found nothing like seeing her smile down at you.