Trust is all about running inward.
When it’s the end of the world
and the monsters come to eat you alive,
do you run away–
back to the solitary life that is survival
where the only thing between you
and the madness
is your feet?
Or do you run inward?
Into the haven, the quarantine,
where others as broken as you stand to lend a hand?
It seems simple enough…
But running inward can hurt you, too.
The people within those walls, they can also eat you alive,
or you can eat them,
with the demons you’ve been carrying inside you
since the fight began.
Do you risk a new type of pain,
a new type of sorrow,
for the chance to not only survive,
Love is all about running inward.
When my mind was falling over pebbles, and my voice shook,
your hands were the first thing I grabbed for
and your eyes told me that you’d never seen me so afraid.
But I didn’t care,
because I was finally tired
of running away,
and just letting my demons eat me alone.
“You can’t fix me,” I said,
“I’ve fought monster with powers beyond time and space.”
“But I can help,” you said,
and you let me hold your hands
until the thundering ceased.
And never had life felt so simple.