Monica Bartsch Poet Free verse

I see the real you

I remember seeing you that night,
Your eyes were glazed over, and your soul shook.
You were fighting. Desperately.
And I could do nothing.

I remember seeing you that night,
The blood of your long thorn filling up,
Crimson, it flowed down in your body, yet you did not cry.
And I could do nothing.

I remember seeing you that night,
You were drunk on the games of your mind.
You ran, crawled, sometimes you danced.
And I could do nothing.

I remember seeing you that night,
You were at the tipped point of the blade.
I could only hold you tight in my heart as I watched.
And I could do nothing.

I remember seeing you that night,
You fought with the darkness, the depression,
 And you won, standing victorious and strong.
Then you did something. 

I remember you that night, 
You wept, filling all the empty years.
Crying out that the real you had come back.
Then I did something. 

I remember me that night,
Seeing you as though for the first time.
I knew that this was all a part of you. 
And I loved you for it.

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