Why was it you that drew me in.
I closed my doors to all of your kind, loathing and untrusting.
Distance between us could have never been greater, yet you never knew.
Something about you wore me down, the pounding of your waves eroding my defenses.
My fortress of solitude, quiet and shame besieged by your kindness.
Why you?


You glow a different colour than the rest, a curious light which I tried to ignore
I drew the blinds to shut it out, but the light was ever bright.
Who can sleep in the light of day?
From the ruins of my fortress I climbed, drawn like a moth to a flame.
I played with fire once and was burned, never again.
But something about you was different.
Why you?


Slowly rebuilt what I thought was lost forever.
He changed me for the worse; you fixed me for the better.
Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been;
Thinking back I wished it undone a thousand times, you’d be crazy not to.
Or would you?
Would I still know you like I do?
Why you?

Powerful stuff Alex. Thanks for sharing with us all. Heal Well.

some people are not worth knowing
some people hurt others and we do not know why

I wish aubse did not happen

MJ

Well a poem is a form of creative writing and is written so that it can be examined in which ever context the reader has chosen. But as the author I want to clarify the context in which I wrote it.

The person I am writing about is someone who had a profound effect only recently on my life , not my abuser. Its about a guy who unknowingly saved me from my isolation, distrust and fear through just being the good guy he always was. He taught me to trust again, feel again and in the end is why I am where I am today.

By being the good guy he always was....

That says a lot about him. It says as much about you as well.

Its just such a strong piece about how the actions of one good person can help any of us overcome that acts of a monster.

I think the good among us so outnumber the bad. Its a good read when you need to re center yourself.

The man who wrote that poem is a good friend and a good man.

His every day words always make sense to me, his poetry and art say so much more. It's like that here. We find a few real friends who gets us through this shit.

The friend he wrote that poem for is one hell of a good man too. Read it again and realize its a poem about successful recovery. That's what it says. That's what he has done.

Like I've said before to him and those of you who watch my back, I am sorry we had to meet me at MS, and feel very lucky we did. Same goes for many of you. Be well.