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ask this of me

  • theonlyscheirerfranklin
  • May 26
  • 2 min read

ask me to be strong 

to shield you 

from the terror of this world 

or the terrors of your mind

from the harsh realities 

that we live inside of 

every day 

ask me to shelter you 

to protect you 

accept you

to guide you

or absolve you


this, I can do.


ask me to step into battle 

against every single one 

of your fiercest 

and most terrifying demons 

and then ask me to stay 

when I've seen the darkness 

that lives within you 

that makes you wonder 

if you’re worthy 

of the love you see 

in another’s eyes 


ask me to do this

because this, I can do 

this, I can give you 


ask me to carry you 

when life 

has knocked you down

when you’re beaten and trampled

and you don’t think 

you can take 

another step


ask me to bear the burdens 

you’ve shouldered alone 

your entire life 

because you are tired 

and in need of rest 

I am small, but I am strong 

and I can carry

whatever you place 

on my back


ask me to do this

because this, I can do

this, I can give you 


but please 

please don’t ever ask me 

to open myself fully 

to show you 

what lives behind 

the cracks in my heart 

the rips that I've stitched 

and mended and sewn 

over and over 

until my fingertips 

were raw with pin pricks 

and my needles were broken 

from overuse

I cannot undo 

even a single stitch

without my entire being 

falling to pieces


and though you may tell me 

you’re strong enough 

that you won’t fear what you find 

that you will hold me

when the fear that I’ve wrestled 

and conquered and caged

finally escapes - 

though you may tell me

that you’ve carried much worse 

and though

you may really believe

that it’s true -

what you can’t tell me

is that you’ll stay


because people like me 

don’t have people;

we are the people 

who others have.


we are too consumed 

with holding others 

through their darkest nights

and storms of pain 

that no one ever thinks 

to look back at us 

once they’re healed

and walking 

away.


people like me 

don’t have people. 

we are the people 

others have -

the people who learn

to live 

without.


so please

don't ask me

to show you my heart

unless you have what it takes

to love

a heart

like mine.


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