Monday, 19 January 2009


Terrified, you hang your head,
You feel numb,
The clothes you once wore proudly
Hang in shreds,
And your skin bears a pallor
That longs for the sun.

Naked of emotion,
Barely able to breathe,
Clinging on to the compliments
People used to pay you,
You clamour to be heard,
To be seen,
To be loved.

Wandering alone,
Through a life with no meaning,
Feelings like ice
Saturate your soul,
Crunching underfoot
Memories of better days.

Come trip over my meadow,
Let me make you feel whole again,
I can life your eyes to the sky
And help you find your star,
I can see inside you,
I can make you feel loved.