• See me.
    The real me.
    The one that always seem to hide.
    Deep in my darkness.
    Waiting for a sign.

    Touch me.
    Hold me.
    Warm me for a while.

    I wait.
    Then I wait some more.
    Waiting for some one to unlock my door.

    “Save me!”
    “Lead me!”
    “Love me some more!”
    I plead as I lean against my door.

    A faint click is heard.
    Does it open?
    Is someone here?
    Is someone on the other side of my door?

    Thoughts caress my head.

    “I am going home!”
    “I am finally wanted!”
    “Someone has finally come for me!”
    “Come to save me from my world!”

    The door gently stirs as my eyes begin to widen.
    My heart begins to pound as the knob begins to tighten.

    Then it stops.

    No noise is heard.
    Fear beckons.
    No one is on the other side of my door.
    I panic as I bang against my door.

    “Open up!”
    “Let me out!”
    “I don’t want to be in here anymore!”
    Tears threaten as I sink to the floor.
    I am sad.
    I am lonely once more.

    I quietly weep for my self.
    “How much longer must I wait?”
    “How much longer will it take?”
    “How much longer before I can escape?”

    Then my door flings open.
    A bright light replaces my darkness.
    So bright I have to shield my eyes.

    Then I feel it.

    A touch.
    A smile.
    A warm protects me.

    “I am here.”
    “I have come.”
    “Your wait is over my new found love!”

    I cry once more.
    Not tears of sorrow but of joy.

    Thank you is all I can say.
    As I am swept off my feet and taken way.
    Towards the light.
    Towards my life.
    Towards the future is all I can see.
    Led by a man who was strong enough to save me.