I wish I could take away your pain;
I would fight all of your demons and
I’d dislodge the bomb inside your brain,
reach out in the dark and hold your hand.
And when the rumors spread like wildfires,
I’d extinguish them with my own tears
and incarcerate all the liars
to bulwark you from all your fears.
I’d go back and shatter every
mirror until all that remained was shards
and wake you up from your reverie,
let the glass fall like a house of cards.
I’d sit with you on the park benches;
when they called you names I’d call you mine,
I’d crawl with you through the trenches,
and whisper in your ear, “you’ll be fine.”
I’d wage a personal vendetta
against everyone who ever hurt you –
that’s what I tell myself. And yet a
part of me wonders whether that’s true.
Because when you were hurting I was young
and I will always run from the fray –
keeping my peace and biting my tongue.
Still, if I had one wish I would say,
Take me back in time so I can be
there for all the ones I met too late,
left too soon or wasn’t ready
to help and shield from all the hate.
I’d break the space/time continuum
so I could be there for you before
you were left with the residuum
of so many years fighting a war
I didn’t know that you were fighting.
I can’t go back and fight by your side,
but if you ever need anything,
know that in me you can confide.
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