Maine Is For Lovers

by Erin
Written April 27, 2007

i know something’s wrong,
but my finite mind fails to find
the words to explain the pain.

when you asked what’s wrong,
honey,
i don’t know was the best i could muster.

but it’s manifesting,
a monster so malicious that it
may make a bloody mess.

keep me grounded and my hands
tied behind my back.
you are my army, my angel.

there is an implicit trust between us,
although i’m afraid to tread its track.
one day would you hold my hand?

— through the terror my dear,
be the lighthouse that brings me in
to dry land.

so when my mouth cannot answer,
i have faith in you my savior,
we will not let him win.