Two Souls Made One

Two Souls Made One
Annie Louise Twitchell

The first time I looked
into your eyes
I looked down to the
bottom of your soul
where your darkest
secrets and fears
slept, barely hidden
under a veil of tears.
I wanted to reach
into you
and pull the feeble shining
light of your heart
out of the darkness
and take you away
from the monsters
inside you,
but I was afraid.
Afraid to let you
see my monsters
and demons,
afraid I would hurt you.

I’m still afraid.

I want nothing more
than to be with you, and
together chase our demons
together make our lives
a little brighter,
a little sweeter.
I crave your touch
as you slip your
hand into mine,
the look on your face
as you tilt your head
towards me.
I need to hear your
breathing at night
when I wake up
from a nightmare
and know that you
are with me,
that we are not alone

I cannot offer you
diamonds and gold,
a palace,
the world,
but I can offer you
a friend.
I can offer you
a companion
who will listen,
who will care for you,
who understands the nightmares
and the demons,
who isn’t afraid to share grief
as well as love.
I can offer you my heart,
weak and broken as it is,
and maybe between the two of us,
we can become one whole being.
The demons will flee before us,
the darkness will have no power
over the light we have been given,
and we won’t have to be afraid anymore.

This was another one of those, sit down and start typing without looking at the screen to read the words.

I wrote it and then I didn’t show anyone for weeks or maybe months because every time I read it, I got this dull ache somewhere inside and I didn’t know why and I didn’t want to make anyone else ache or be sad or anything like that. (I really didn’t like making people sad, but I kind of keep doing it, at least now I don’t have a panic attack when it happens.)

It took a long time (over a year, I believe) for this one to be ready to be shared but it is now  – or maybe I am finally ready to share it, However that works. Anyway, enjoy!

Also, I got my typewrite fixed! New ink ribbons and a rubber band and it’s working nicely now.

Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell

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