**This was written over a year ago, and accepted to be published. It never published, and there is no sign that it will ever be published. So I finally decided it was time to put it on my blog.The theme was “Write a piece inspired by a song”.
The song I wrote this to was “Alive” by Jose Gonzalez.
Tick. Thump. Tick. Thump. Tick. Thump. Tick.
The sound of your heart echoes the rhythm of the clock.
Comforted by the rise and fall of your chest in steady breaths, I know I’m safe.
You work so hard, with very little return. It’s apparent in the way you sigh tonight.
You hesitate. You forget to breathe.
Gently squeezing your hand, I nestle closer. Beside of you, I know it’s going to be okay.
Do you know how much I love you?
Does my love help?
Does it ease your weary mind?
It isn’t fair the way life jades us. Breaking our spirit so we give up chasing fantasies and childhood dreams.
What once brought joy, brings tears.
What once caused your heart to flutter, now leaves your heart broken.
Darkness settled, and it swept away your smile. It took your soul with it, leaving your voice hollow.
I remember what your laugh used to sound like.
I remember the glint of passion in your eyes.
I miss the warmth of your smile.
My fingers brush gently through your hair as your eyes move under tired lids.
It comforts me to know you’re dreaming. Whatever are you dreaming of?
Am I still in your dreams?
Rushing from one thing to the next leaves you tired and aching, longing just to sit and clear your head.
The stress of the day stops melting away, instead it festers and gnaws at you, dragging you down a lonesome, tired road of anguish.
It shouldn’t be this way. Seeing it manifest causes my heart to break.
What can I do? What does your heart need that I can give?
Can I alleviate the burden long enough to give you rest?
Do you remember how to rest? To give in to the refreshing tides of sleep.
When it seems the money is always needed, or the stack of bills won’t shrink any smaller, and nothing is going your way, reach out and take my hand. It’s not moving from where I left it.
It was promised to you. And you keep it.
I’ll be here when you come home. Rubbing knots from your neck and shoulders, soothing the tenderness with a gentle kiss.
My arms might be frail, but they’re strong enough to hold you when you can’t hold yourself.
Let me carry your burdens. Give me your broken dreams, let me help grow something new. When you lose sight of tomorrow, let me hope for you.
I need you. I need your warmth. I need your life. I need your smile.
Night only lasts for a moment, and then the sun peaks the horizon again. Gradually, as though giving hope to the world, with a dimly lit break of dawn.
It just takes time. To everything, there is a season. This too shall pass.
Remember this when it seems to never end.
When the world caves in and all you hear is seconds ticking away, remember my hope is drawn from the rhythm of your beating heart.