Pull Me Out

by Anonymous

I stand in the rain.
I scream at the wind.
No sound escapes from my mouth.
I'm dying on the inside.

In the eternal darkness of night,
I walk to try and find the light.
Everytime I catch a glimpse of it,
I suddenly get blinded.
And I'm launched back into the darkness.

I know I have God to guide me,
But I long for a physical hand to help,
Me come out of the darkness and into the light.
If only he knew I wouldn't pull away if he grabbed my hand.

He is in the dark too.
He can't find me.
I'm his light and he is mine,
But we fear what each other and others will think.

I long for his hand to find mine.
I won't pull away.
If only he wouldn't fear of,
Others opinions and,
My dissapproval.

But I have to tell myself,
If it is meant for him to grab my hand then he will.

And when he does I pray,
He will never let go.