I sat there, 

The cold steel chair, 

Reinforcing the fear in my heart. 

I turned left, 

Emptiness. 

I turned right, 

Silence. 

I looked down at my hand, 

Absence. 

I closed my eyes, 

And let myself escape, 

Into the reverie, 

That I constantly denied myself. 

I saw your hands, 

Their pink soft glow, 

Nails trimmed to the bone. 

I felt you take, 

My hand in yours. 

In that moment, 

Weight that I had carried, 

For eons, dissipated, 

And relaxed my shoulders. 

And just like that, 

Nothing was scary any more. 

No mountain unconquerable, 

No storm too strong, 

No night too dark,

As I felt your love,

Illuminate the dark fields.