Redemptional Plight

Speak to me the words
that are held hostage behind your elusive lips.
Menaced by the rigorous trauma inflicted upon that delicate structure of your’s.
I’m finding it difficult to allow words to flow from this here pen,
because well, to be honest I feel as though they are all inadequate.
Then again, everything seems to be incompetent when held close to you.
I yearn to be the one you flee toward when the tides have turned their cheek.
I ache to be the one who calms your storms.
I pine to bandage your every wound.
I long for my hands to be the ones that gently bear your heart.
I wish for my fingertips to play your heartstrings melodically.
I hope that someday you are placed beside me,
to wade through all of life’s hardships and treasured moments together.
To savor your smile,
always and forever.