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I ended up with four versions of this poem and decided to include all four so you can decide which one you like best. :)
Written: 04/28/99 20:30
My trembling hand reaches out to you.
And then pulls back. I’m so afraid.
It’s too quick.
Yes, simply too fast to care so much.
I need help. You are always there.
But out of being so afraid to be weak,
I’m not strong.
No, not strong enough to let go.
I want to hold you, for me to be safe.
But if I show you my need, what will you think?
It’s too easy to be hurt.
Yes, I’m safer here alone…lonely.
I reach out one more time…barely.
And you reach out to catch me again.
You never let me fall.
Yes, you are actually my saving grace.
I am weak. I am poor.
I am broken. I am used.
But I am yours.
Written: 04/28/99 20:30
My trembling hand reaches out to you.
And then pulls back. I’m so afraid.
It’s too quick.
Yes, simply too fast to care so much.
I need help. You are always there.
But out of being so afraid to be weak,
I’m not strong.
No, not strong enough to let go.
I want to hold you, for me to be safe.
But if I show you my need, what will you think?
It’s too easy to be hurt.
Yes, I’m safer here alone…lonely.
I reach out one more time…barely.
And you reach out to catch me again.
You never let me fall.
Yes, you are actually my saving grace.
I am weak. I am poor.
I am broken. I am used.
But I am yours.
Hold me now.
Written: 04/28/99 20:30
My trembling hand reaches out to you.
And then pulls back. I’m so afraid.
It’s too quick.
Yes, simply too fast to care so much.
I need help. You are always there.
But out of being so afraid to be weak,
I’m not strong.
No, not strong enough to let go.
I want to hold you, for me to be safe.
But if I show you my need, what will you think?
It’s too easy to be hurt.
Yes, I’m safer here alone…lonely.
I reach out one more time…barely.
And you reach out to catch me again.
You never let me fall.
Yes, you are actually my saving grace.
I’ll take that chance.
Just understand it’s not easy for me,
Even as wonderful as I think you are.
I trust you, I am yours.
Written: 04/28/99 20:30
My trembling hand reaches out to you.
And then pulls back. I’m so afraid.
It’s too quick.
Yes, simply too fast to care so much.
I need help. You are always there.
But out of being so afraid to be weak,
I’m not strong.
No, not strong enough to let go.
I want to hold you, for me to be safe.
But if I show you my need, what will you think?
It’s too easy to be hurt.
Yes, I’m safer here alone…lonely.
I reach out one more time…barely.
And you reach out to catch me again.
You never let me fall.
Yes, you are actually my saving grace.