Listen

Take me down,
the long curved path,
of my life.

Hold my hand,
because at times
I know
I will need yours.

Your energy
and strength
flowing into mine
to keep
me upright.

Mouth silenced
by my voice.
No judgments,
just willing ears
to grasp the grip
of this life.

But who is in control?

The movie plays,
sings, dances,
hopes, despair,
and great loves,
that will bring you
to your knees.

But, all I need is,
you, to hear me.

Listen,
kindness,
warmth,
radiates from me.

Just listen,
your not hearing me.
Your insecurities,
are deafening you.

Your trouble
that needs to be
murdered with kindness.

Just listen,
to the story,
of my life.

(c) C. Wachoski 1/3/2011