Let me lay on the ground
while my tears pour down my face
Do not tell me how I should be
God of tricks, hear me please
I want to lay in his arms, hear his voice whispering sweet nothing's in my ear. I want to feel safe and secure to know I'm not judged for who I am, let alone what I believe in, or what I do. To know my son is safe and secure, that my son is loved and supported by someone that loves and supports me, to know we are both treasured, trusted and respected.
Let me lay on the ground, my tears becoming a puddle round my face while my chest filled with pain with every breath while my heart that's become unable to protect me any longer. As it has become shattered, scattering shards like glass that become the sharpish breath as I feel my heart slip apart from a once whole structure. My throat tightening from shards of glass as air barely makes it to my lungs in tight whimpers of breath, filled with hurt and disappointment.
Dream State Chapter 4: Awaken My Senses.