Help

I reach out... I extend my arm... our hands meet.. I denounce everything that is mine and everything that makes me who I am ... I put it into a lavender scented, scarlet colored heart shaped box.. I carry it with a mixture of grief, pride, and hope ... A hope that you'll take it out of my hands ... embrace ... caress.. believe... connect.. I hope that you'll accept OUR help in all these trials, these tribulations, these burdens, our hardship, our recent heartache... I hope that you'll take my hand and finally accept my help.