An ode to not being alone
to having someone there
to tell your deepest darkest
thoughts that emanate from
the innermost abyss of your
soul sainted being.

They can reach their fingers
like filtering lights through
the crevices of what's left
of the scattered rubble that
used to live in my mind
and be able to understand
who I am and what I am.

Thanks to them, I'm not
alone, nor will I ever be
simply because I know
that as long as they have
eyes and as long as they
can read, I'll always
be heard, always