I Wish You Could Love The Hurt Away Poem by April Levins

Everyday, I wonder will I see you again. Yet the odd truth is that I may and I may not. Night has come and I lay in silence, holding my breath, and sometimes I even cry. Not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I do know, I wish you could love the hurt away.

The yesterday I knew is long gone, morning ease in like dust grows, but the beauty of the sun restores my shallow thoughts. To breath is to laugh out with peace in hopes for a future of green grass with water flowing. Beyond hope, seeking life, my body lies cold and still like death. Who can hear me. my mind is wondering, how I wish you could love the hurt away.

I play dress up at home, dreaming this same dream, wishing for someone, anybody, to hold me!

The light is shining on my temple, I prayed today, I felt a connection with God. I was searching with my eyes closed, I looked back and they were gone, I talked to him yesterday but the storm has just begun. Weak and bound by lies, am I the weakest link? I know they are behind me, the box is full and yet they remain corrupt, their hell is come!