One Day
One day I hope he finally learns to lean on me.
One day I hope he realizes I am strong enough to bear his burdens with him, not just watch as he toils through them.
One day I hope he believes that I am not as his partners of the past were but am my own self.
My own self is resilient for I have battled my own wars, weathered my own storms, and come out the other side.
When he is happy he rejoices with me but when he is mad he turns inward rather than venting to me.
When he is confused or unsure, in me he finds an ear that listens but when sorrow fills him he crawls within his own mind, effectively shutting me out.
I want the whole man, not just half.
I want to walk at his side through wildflowers and fire, through sunny skies and rain.
Maybe one day he will believe in my strength and let me in to be there for him the way he has always been there for me.
One day, maybe..........
09/25/20
09/25/20
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