#suvivor

At a cross roads, on a bridge

I met you there

I hung my feet, like hanged men’s dance

Another chance?

A true romance?

Or just another witsful glance...

Into a future, fated

I gave you my trust

From gawking screens

To silent screams

Bare-faced touch

You know too much

The dream, it’s faded

Our past too jaded

You touched me as he did

Behind you lays in wake a death

Strangled love on bated breath

I danced for you my hanged man’s dance

From look to book

From past to farce

From now to then

We’ll start again

Just not as friends

I met you there

I’ll leave you here.

Hanged men trip the light fantastic

My Dearest friend,

The one woman I learned to love, the one woman I care for. Not a lover but a non-biological side of me!

A relationship created by pain that transformed trauma into connection.

That one connection that a simple look will explain every emotion, feeling and thoughts.

It hasn’t been easy! It wasn’t meant to be easy, every tear that you cleared out of your face was a step closer to your new strength.

Today as we laid on the grass and looked over that oak tree leaning north towards the water I realized that my search for a perfect family was waisted as I had you this entire time. Because of pain! It was pain the entire time. Pain that suddenly started to fade away because for once someone understood. For once someone was listening.

Thank you for finding me and allowing me to be apart.

For those struggling mentally! Hang in there… I know it is not easy, I know it’s haunting you down, I know it feels lonely! But your one will appear and just like mine, not a lover but a sister. Someone whom understand, someone who’s listening. Someone who will make worth continue on.