Cradling my Heart
Your gentle strength…
Motivation and determination.
A blind eye, you do not turn,
Instead, offer a peaceful place.
Cradling my heart, with careful hands.
Wiping tears away, even those I hide.
Still I find a way to keep certain things,
Sacred only to me. I take a chance.
These voices in my head,
Offer a reality I have always known.
I dare not take that treacherous step,
I choose to stand, in strength, instead.
To flee, I have always chosen. I run.
The murmurs, hushed words, in my heart,
Hold me in this elegant pose.
As I try so desperately, to cling to love.
You love so freely, beautifully…
Holding my hand every step of the way,
Wondrous, enrapturing, captivating.
Cradling my heart, you do it perfectly.
© bipolarmuse 2012