You seem so lonely.
Not afraid,
Not lost,
Just trapped.
Stuck in a place that is not your own.
Even your house is not your home.
And you devour yourself with loneliness,
Hide from reality.
But you need to be free
To open up and explore,
To revel in what is here now.
I am here now.
I am here waiting.
Waiting to remove you from that pit.
I want to be the ladder
thrown down to you as you escalate out.
Back into the light,
renewing your expired will,
your lust for life and fun.
You make it sound so difficult
but really, it's simple,
It's one word.
Me.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Your Ladder
Posted by Jen(3x3) at 12:41 PM
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