In that space
all by yourself
I try to reach your hand
Left alone to ponder life
Locked away
Isolation
In a small room
With a small doorway
You cry
And your tears hit the ground
One by one
They splash into the pond
Created by the depths of your despair
I call out your name
And try to break the reverie
Of your mind playing tricks
Telling you secrets you thought were yours
But in fact they belonged to someone else
I tell you
You are not alone
I jump
And I shake
I create a nuisance
In my attempt to get you to see me
To recognize me
To pay attention to the words
That I string together
That I paint on a canvas
That I lay down on a page
A page that is white and crisp
Clean
Ready to accept the truth
You are not alone
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Sacred Touches 