Carry Me

“Obviously you acknowledge the thorns in my garden that suffocate me entirely as I try to walk through and plant my flowers.

You see how they intoxicate me don’t you?

You do.

So what do you say when you have nothing to say at all?

You say nothing.

You can let me bathe in my fear and doubt until my fingers turn blue from being numb.

My legs being unable to carry my own body, I get on my knees and pray that you will carry me.

But how can you carry me when you are finally ready if I have crystalized in this tub,

if my emotions become like something of a statue that slowly cracks and wears,

if I am too afraid to carry myself any longer because of the poison you are watching choke me,

how will you?

How will you carry me if I am too heavy to hold,

if I am too dry to take to clay and remold again,

if I am too frozen to speak the words that my heart is screaming,

then how will you carry me when you are ready to? ”