Who
Who?
Where did I go
before I knew you;
Where was my refuge
when I couldn’t face the world,
when my mask slipped
and I was exposed
in all my vulnerability;
Who comforted me;
Who lifted me up
when I lay on my face
defeated;
Who took the tumbled pieces
of my shattered mind
and laid them straight again;
Who cared when I was hurt
and loosened the bands
that threatened to
crush me;
Who listened to me
and made allowances
for the times I said things
I later regretted;
Who forgave me those things
before I even asked,
and said
“I knew you didn’t mean it
the way it sounded;”
Who did all those things;
and when you’re gone
where will I go?
Jan 1978
Copyright © Beverly Read | Year Posted 2016
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