Prompt: Break on me.
I feel guilt. I feel shame.
You; persistent, patient, and comforting.
You are the pillow I lay upon to cry myself to sleep,
The teddy I grasp tight, the blankets that hold me.
I suppose I’m embarrassed to be weak,
Afraid to be too much,
Scared to ask for help,
And frightened You’ll give up on me.
I’ve cried more tears on You than anyone,
And Your salt-stained skin remains undamaged from the flooding,
Your body unharmed from my repetitive corrosion.
You insists I crash upon You like a wave,
That You’ll be my shore for me to break upon.
I just don’t want to wash You away,
I don’t want to erode You by way of riptide.
Though it may be hard for me,
I will always seek You out in the end.
You will always be my shore.
That will hold me until the hurt is gone.
I only trust You with this.
Only You get this part of me.
Because You wanted it.
All of it.
And I will give it.