Who Is He, Who Are We?

It's raining.
There is a loud pitter patter on the pavement.
I can't control it, my tears begin to match the rain outside,
then there's a sudden gust of wind right across my eyes.
Love is as ugly as it is beautiful, for some forget that it is almost dutiful.
You can't expect what can't be given and ignore the efforts that are expressed.
Everyone is, in their own way, perfect-that is just how we were blessed.

You can't tell me I'm not worthy, it is not for you to decide.
I look for the strength within me, and by my will I will abide.
I feel my best friend is only half with me, the other half there's no guarantee.
He has all these walls up, I can't seem to break them down.
It feels like I'm searching through some abandoned lost and found.

I get to the door but it's locked, wandering around to find a window.
I sneak in, it's pretty dark inside his heart, but there is a small light glowing far off in the distance.
Where is the path of least resistance?
I just keep on fighting through, I thought that hearts were red, so why is his so blue?
I finally make my way to the little glowing light to find a little boy, holding his little lantern tight against his chest.

"What's the matter?" I ask in a soft voice.
"I don't know where I am," the boy confessed.
I thought to myself, "How does he not know where he is inside his own heart?”
He must not know who he is then if he feels lost inside himself.
If that is so, then it would all make sense.
It must just be some sort of self-defense.

That little boy is loved, he just doesn't see it.
Where is the man that he's become?
The two selves they must have split.
No wonder he doesn't have a clue of what to do.
Just drifting on through life without a leg to stand on,
going out into the night feeling like the black swan.

I look down at that little boy and take his little hand,
I get down on my knee to make sure he understands.
"I am here for you," I say with assurance and sounding sweet.
"You'll never have to worry about getting back up on your feet."
So he takes my hand and begins to stand and then gives me a hug. He then simply shows a smile between the crevices of his lips.

By Brittney Hultgren