The whispered promise that I refuse to believe yet so desperately cling onto
I wander through life grasping onto the rays of bright warm light of love that edges its way through the cracks
Running from the demons that remind me that these eclipses of light are only that, temporary,
I cry out to those around me searching through the soft tissue of their heart hoping to get stuck in the folds and engulfed in their comfort.
As I rack through the trauma that has taken control of my mind, I tuck away the moments of happiness
I etched the words into my side
The black ink a reminder that I am in fact loved
That although I search desperately and feel as though I drown in the thoughts of rejection
There are little murmurs from those I hold closest that they do love me
That there is nothing that will end that acceptance
That they hold me, the broken ceramic pieces in the palm of their hands and carefully put them back together
Smile at the creation that they knew I was
I love you.