I Hold
I stare at a child, a lonely child. Will no one hold this child? He longs for touch, and finds it necessary to shun it. Can no one see that he is alone? There is no one waiting for him, no one wanting him the way he needs them to. He and I are kin. Pale as winter snow with hair so fair, eyes of frothy foam. Watching slowly, things become clearer.
He slowly goes on his way to make a conversation based solely on sarcasm. What has made my snowflake this way? I have often watched him in his younger years. In his large and lonely house with his drawn in mother and vengeful father. She looks at her reflection and doesn't see a single thing but a dieing woman without a soul left inside. The father can only show his disappointment and his anger because he is afraid of weakness. Weakness of the heart, he is afraid of breaking from the pain of a shattered heart. I have watched the boy sit lonely by the window, no love awaits him here. Mother is reading, father is brooding. Will no one speak to this little boy who needs to be told what love is, for he is already all to familiar with death. Will no one hold this little boy?
I recall the lonely night spent in his room. After failing his expectations, no one will visit him but the night's shadows. He had not or could not fulfill his families wishes. Though I know he is used to being the cause of displeasure, he is still hurt by it. No tears will fall here he says, crying is weak he says. I will not cry he speaks, while tears fall onto a pillow which can give him no comfort tonight. Hide your eyes little one, I will shelter you tonight. I know not what you did, I know not what was done to you to make you cry so. Was your blood spilt on the floor little one? Will you be leaving again little one, to a place that can afford no love for you? Will no one hold you little one?
Many nights I have spent wondering of you. How do you keep it all inside? All you feel is buried deep beneath your hollow skin. You never show what you feel, is it because you don't know how? I know you care for one, but you do not show it? Will no one show you how it must be done? You must find out yourself, but you are afraid, I can feel it. You do not know how to ask for friendship my child, I am sorry but I cannot tell you. I feel you are chilled inside my dear, do you spend to much time in darkness? Will no one hold you?
Now you sit alone in the window seat, feeling empty. Why must you be so lonely? I blow up closer to the glass, you smile. Do you find joy in me? Am I the only one who will comfort you? I will hold you, my child.
I hold what no one else will.
Authors Note: The POV is that of "snow" or a snow sprite or queen or something. I was listening to music and drew a picture that then inspired me to write this. I know it's kind of short, but I couldn't think of what else to write. I might get my dad to help me with it, but I'll put it up like it is for now.
I stare at a child, a lonely child. Will no one hold this child? He longs for touch, and finds it necessary to shun it. Can no one see that he is alone? There is no one waiting for him, no one wanting him the way he needs them to. He and I are kin. Pale as winter snow with hair so fair, eyes of frothy foam. Watching slowly, things become clearer.
He slowly goes on his way to make a conversation based solely on sarcasm. What has made my snowflake this way? I have often watched him in his younger years. In his large and lonely house with his drawn in mother and vengeful father. She looks at her reflection and doesn't see a single thing but a dieing woman without a soul left inside. The father can only show his disappointment and his anger because he is afraid of weakness. Weakness of the heart, he is afraid of breaking from the pain of a shattered heart. I have watched the boy sit lonely by the window, no love awaits him here. Mother is reading, father is brooding. Will no one speak to this little boy who needs to be told what love is, for he is already all to familiar with death. Will no one hold this little boy?
I recall the lonely night spent in his room. After failing his expectations, no one will visit him but the night's shadows. He had not or could not fulfill his families wishes. Though I know he is used to being the cause of displeasure, he is still hurt by it. No tears will fall here he says, crying is weak he says. I will not cry he speaks, while tears fall onto a pillow which can give him no comfort tonight. Hide your eyes little one, I will shelter you tonight. I know not what you did, I know not what was done to you to make you cry so. Was your blood spilt on the floor little one? Will you be leaving again little one, to a place that can afford no love for you? Will no one hold you little one?
Many nights I have spent wondering of you. How do you keep it all inside? All you feel is buried deep beneath your hollow skin. You never show what you feel, is it because you don't know how? I know you care for one, but you do not show it? Will no one show you how it must be done? You must find out yourself, but you are afraid, I can feel it. You do not know how to ask for friendship my child, I am sorry but I cannot tell you. I feel you are chilled inside my dear, do you spend to much time in darkness? Will no one hold you?
Now you sit alone in the window seat, feeling empty. Why must you be so lonely? I blow up closer to the glass, you smile. Do you find joy in me? Am I the only one who will comfort you? I will hold you, my child.
I hold what no one else will.
Authors Note: The POV is that of "snow" or a snow sprite or queen or something. I was listening to music and drew a picture that then inspired me to write this. I know it's kind of short, but I couldn't think of what else to write. I might get my dad to help me with it, but I'll put it up like it is for now.