Hold My Hand

Walking through the whispers of autumn, through the park and then by the river.

I want to hold your hand.

Walking through the dirty streets of the city, the darkness so thick and the lost souls lining the walkways.

I want to hold your hand.

Through the long nights when the dreams do not appear, the palpitations of regret screaming in my ear.

I need you to hold my hand.

On a summer's day, walking through the sun-fed heat, sweat glistening above your lips, a crack of thunder in the distance.

As the time turns quicker, way too fast to keep up. My body and mind, no longer in sync. Memories I cannot understand.

Won't you let me hold your hand?

On a moonless evening, walking through the burial grounds of the ones who have passed. The darkness deepening with each step, winter chill to my bones. I can sense the ancient incantations rising from the past and through me, with words I cannot understand.

Oh God, please hold my hand.

Lead me the way to my truth. The letters you inspire turn into words and create worlds I never knew existed.

Unopened boxes hold the gifts you provided.

I have lived as I believed, ever since I held my parents' hands.

Clear out the skies and open my eyes. Tell me what to do and help me understand. Please guide me and take me by my hand.