(previously this was named 'Reaching out by reaching in'
however that title is now tainted with something else and it
cannot take residence over this poem)



Ryhmes and reasons confuse us all
I wish i could open all the doors for you
What was it like before the fall?
Wish i could show you you arent alone at all
Broken bleeding hands stretch out to brush your tears away
My trembling hands fumble to give you a gift i cant
An imperfect heart i give to you knowing i'll fall apart
Hoping you can find the way to befriend a wretch like me
Its ok the pain you feel is real and its felt in me
sometimes too
I see the way your eyes move watching waiting
Take my hand and the one most worthy
This is the door walk through it now