When you found me, I was alone: shrouded in darkness, drenched with the rain of my sorrow, deaf to all.
You came, my Knight, my angelic guide, and lifted me up, brought back my sight, my senses.
The light greeted me, embraced me like a long-lost sister; Nature provided a gorgeous display of color, sound, taste, and feeling that nearly overwhelmed me.
Your hand, your smile, your love guided me through the life, the world I thought I would never live in again. You became my inspiration, my reason to live, my other half.
And now, the shadows have captured me again:
Just when the sun began to shine forth in my life,
Just when my heart began to mend its wounds,
You broke my faith, my trust and shattered my healing vision.
The rain has begun to fall once more. The world has become shrouded in shadow; silence, save for rain, envelops me. I long for the song of the birds, the wind sighing through the trees, the sound of your voice soothing my agitated soul. Numbness seeps through me; the only sensation is the pain in my heart, screaming out as it lies dying, fighting to cling to life.
All I can ask is why? Why did you bring me out of the dark pit which had almost consumed me? Why did you show me the warmth and light of love? Why did you break down the walls of my bleeding, half-healed heart? Why did you hold it, nurture it, make it feel and draw in love, only to let it fall just when it began to beat once more? Why did you change from my angel, my Knight, my confidante, into the one weapon that could wound me?
My heart wants to draw back into its walls, to fall back into the dark void from where you saved it.
I am keeping hold of it, preventing it from leaving, only because I can't believe that you really meant what you did.
Prove to me that I can trust you still. Prove to me that your heart is still true. Prove to me that my love is not unfounded for you.
Give me a reason to want the life you showed me. Show me a light in the darkness that has swallowed me. Let me hear the sound of your voice, like spring water gliding smoothly, softly; gently caressing the rocks that support it. Let me feel the touch of your hand upon mine, so warm, so gentle. Let my heart beat again to the current coursing through me from your touch.
I shall wait until then, here in the shadows, with only the rain as silent witness to my pain, my loss, my struggle.