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Deana

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

25 poems·Since October 2014
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The Guardian

October 8, 2014

On that night, I knew you

I knew your story and felt your fear

I knew you resisted letting me in

I knew you didn't want to need me

I knew you needed me

 

So I came to protect you

From your memories and bad dreams

I knew your breath, your body

I tried to draw your fear into me

I tried to give you my calm

 

I felt your fears wake you before you awoke

I breathed peace into your shoulder

I held tight to your arms

I ran my fingers over your head

And stood vigil to the night while you slept

 

I couldn't answer your questions

But I held you, fiercely

I knew you didn't want me

I knew you needed me

So I was there.

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