Death

I wish I could save you, but I can’t.
I wish I could hold your hand and say everything will be allright,
but that’s a lie.
I would like to comfort you, heal you, caress you, feed you, hold you, until you die painles, but that’s wishful thinking.

But I can sit next to you and be with you and I won’t run away when you get scared and cry. I will hold your hand, I will cook for you and I will heal you
as good as I can, as long as I can, without holding back .

And I will look after myself, remain true to myself, comfort myself, so I can  be strong and vulnerable at the same moment. I won’t lie to you and don’t look away.

I see death winking over your shoulder. When I give you a healing I feel the wings already pricking in my back. Mama bear and papa bear and my quardian angel are holding out for me. I will be love.