Mystery Poem by Leigh Ladd

A mystery,
That is what you are to me.
Where you hide when you become unwell,
It must be lonely as hell.

I wish that you would let me in,
Let me relieve you from some of your sin.
Kiss your lips and hold you tight,
Make known to you that you will be alright.

You get tangled in all of the mess,
Taking it all on and adding stress.
Thinking somehow it is your burden,
I know that I could stop your hurting.

A mystery,
That is what you are to me.
Where you hide when you become unwell,
Please make it heaven and not hell.