Photo Credit: Zwobel
What will it take to reach you?
I cry for you daily
As I watch from afar
Your struggles in an abyss
With demons
Who covet you maliciously.
There’s one who stole your childhood
Who destroyed all that you loved.
One whose spitefulness
Deprived you of loved ones
The one boy,
Genuine and true to you.
What will it take to reach you?
For you are locked away
In a place so deep I fear
You may never reappear.
One factor has remained constant
In your heart you have craved love
Mysterious to you
Framed in so many devious ways
Where one hand gives
The other takes away.
Where lovers have used and abused you
Taken from you all that was sacred
How can I reach you?
When all doors to your heart
Are locked and welded shut.
I am me a poor and wretched soul
Inexperienced in matters of the heart
My own journey a damaged and injured one
From tasting a woman’s callousness.
But I know love, I know me,
My hand I extend,
‘Tis strong and safe.
For though you do not see me
My words I know you see.
You don’t always have to be sad
I know now how to reach you.
If I wait and show
By being me, waiting each day
You’ll wake up to see
Standing here with patience
A boy wanting to love a girl.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/16/photo-challenge-65-sadness-june-16-2015/
Morpethroad 
Where one hand gives
The other takes away.
Poignant, a piece I can relate too very much having withdrawn so deeply within myself
Thanks so much Yves, sadly I think many can relate to this….
I think you are right Michael
I commend the boy continuing to try…
and hope for success.
As you say many can relate.
And sometimes, I do think, a happy ending is possible.
Thanks Jules a happy ending is every one’s dream.
By the time I finished I was in tears. You wrote a portion of my life.
Thank you friend, I would think your life and so many others.Thanks for shedding a tear with me.
Oh, Michael–your poetry defies worthy comments. I’m awed–I’ll just leave it at that. This is painfully beautiful…
Thank you Dell, sometimes life is painful but we live in hope.
I agree fully–there’s pain, but that’s not the end of the story.
This is so heart-felt and moving Michael … those last lines that dawn from all the sadness and pain move to the hope of recognition define the whole poem … from sadness hope. Beautiful.
Thank you Georgia I appreciate your lovely comment.
Very welcome …
What a beautiful poem, Michael. I wish the child I spoke to today would know that there still exists wonderful people like that..somewhere in this world.
It takes a ready heart for the injured to recognize and trust that extended hand. It also takes a special kind of patience to keep that hand extended and not grow weary. In time, she will grab hold and won’t let go…
A very well and fully rounded out beautiful poem this; you have captured an essence of despair and yet hope, with an understanding that nothing may be not scarred in some way, or less than perfect, but trust, patience and hope are the true strengths, if we choose, not always easy of course …. but, if not for these, then why bother?
Thank you Mercy, and yes why bother if we do not see hope.
It’s wonderful, tender and full of such patience yet passion and hope…
Thank you so much.
What an incredible love story. True love is looking at person in front of you when all of the dust has cleared and realizing this person had always been there for you, you just never noticed. That’s very moving.
Quite a moving piece. Emotive writing that packs a punch. Thanks for sharing!
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