like della’s beauty…

have you
seen
my friends
the
ones
who hold tight
as i slip
into
the abyss
the
ones
that refuse
to release
my hand
even
as
it goes cold
from
nightmare fears
choosing instead
to warm
it
with their love
and
belief in me
a belief
that tomorrow
i will arise
from
the shadow of
my own despair
and
if
not
they will walk
with me
hand
in
hand
to assure
my safe passage
through
the darkness
that lies
within me
whispering
to me
all the while
you
are loved
for
you are love
it is
the level
of your love
that
creates
your pain
you
are
loved