Death knocks
I would rush to the door
To save you beating me to it.

I am courageous in my own fears
I can stand up to my own pain
But I am torn to shreds at the
Simple thought of your hurt.

I would climb many mountains to
Look for a cure –
I would sit and hold your hand
Till the end –

Please let me be the best I can be
Through the tears of me as I try
To be strong –
I try to be what I need to be without
Causing or being the cause of more hurt –

My honesty and words are there in the air
To be said – to be made to feel –
So you will know always –
Those words are parts of me that I threw
In your direction in the hope of helping
To make you whole…
Take away the pain and help you over the
Threshold of deaths doorstep.