-a scared child's last stand isn't always when they're alone

                                     
Written in response to a friends poem...                                      
                                     
at first my thoughts were taken by vivid images                                          
to me the scene was never more delicate and beautiful                                          
welcoming, like the sweet warmth of swollen whispers                                          
hoping to claim the light of day                                          
                                         
I've long admired your strength as you try to remember how  
to live again through the metaphors and brief pause before  
each word left unsaid, making it easy to forget the fact that  
for you trust is just another silhouette lurking in darkness  
never offering to hold your hand, so even when the room is  
almost full it will always feel as though your still heart beats alone                                      
                                         
leaving the contrast between being fierce while also afraid inside                  
to wear on your soul, because love has always called you a liar, yet            
you carry on with your duties giving face and pride to every forsaken        
heart ever abandoned; to all those left behind with umbral memories of little comfort found caressing the silken fringe of a child's blanket and a wet finger in the wind as the only means to find a safe way home...        
       
       
Happy Birthday, love...