Your kind hands…they once held mine…
Now they hold anothers while I rest in lost time.
Oh how I know…I should offer well wishes,
It was my unraveling that brought us to this end.
With a heavy heart, I hold back the tears…
Yet I cannot keep them under lock and key.
Just allow me to gaze out of this window,
So my face won’t show what you don’t want to see.
Don’t watch me as I break into pieces
I keep my face hidden in the dark of night…
How do I give a kind blessing…
When I would much rather keep up the fight.
© bipolarmuse 2012