Behind the pain that I feel
lies a strength known only to me.
But when the night seeps through
the cracks in the window,
And when heart aches over the
memories of what's gone long ago,
I do not know of that strength.
All I know of is how I held onto your
hand in the darkest hours
And how you painted my palms
with galaxies because somehow
you saw it in my eyes; I am afraid
of the dark.
All I know of is how you held me
in your arms when my hands did
not have strength enough to grip
yours as tight as I could. You never
let go. And when the night is black
and quiet, when half the side is dark
and asleep, I do not think of the
strength lying beneath the pain.
All I think of is how you never gave
up on me on days when I did not
know who I am, let alone giving up on
myself. I think of how you kept me
warm by letting me look at the fire
burning in your eyes. Yes, it was warm
enough to unfreeze the coldness of
But on some nights, the pain is so
intense that I do not think of the
strength inside, nor do I think of my one
and only love who happens to be you.
All I think of is realizing;
All bad things that ever happened were
merely a dream and I have woken up from
what seemed like a neverending sleep.