there in the corner, among the night
screaming quietly, but screaming still
a silent call for help, a noiseless cry
trying to holler with a quiescent voice
a child hiding in the inside just asking for a hug
for a hand to take and a shoulder to cry on
but a person hushing the kid,
repeating: "You don't deserve it.
You are asking way too much.
Look what you have done
and yet you dare to ASK for something.
You have more than you should
and even with that, you dare to cry?"
keeping back all the thoughts
and feelings, and emotions,
and... ideas.
becoming parlous, becoming tempting.
the end was near, the person and the child were feeling it,
but someone else knew it wasn't over
He knew it wasn't the time
so slowly, he started to show himself and his love
for the child and the person
changing things, changing minds and situations
now I look at the scars on my soul
and I remember what his love can do
for the broken,
for the tired,
for that child who wanted love,
for that person who gave up,
for me.
—
rossi's