A thousand thoughts for every one you share
Would that I were in your head
To know what you hold back
What thoughts would, you think,
Make me reject you
An abomination.
Or is it that you hold them because
Once uttered they could suffer the same fate
As your dreams and nightmares come to real
Aloud they gain power and strength until you become your worst self
Yes, my love, keep silent that which you choose not to be.
But not for me. I love your naked self, with all its inconsistencies and noise. I would keep you should you become a grotesque perversion of the soul I know.
But I will try to keep you pointed to the light, your better ways, your joy, your life. Not for me, but the salvation of your soul, and for the joy and love of your child.