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"I Am Sorry I Come Again"

 

"I Am Sorry I Come Again"

I am sorry, I come again,
With broken heart and silent pain.
I know I’ve knocked a thousand times,
With tear-soaked hands and scattered rhymes.

I am sorry for crying once more,
Each drop heavier than before.
They hurt me when I tried to speak,
Now all I feel is small and weak.

They smile with thorns behind their grin,
And I still bleed beneath my skin.
I reach for light but fall through air,
There’s no one else, just you who cares.

I don’t have anywhere to go,
No warm arms, no face I know.
The doors I knock on close too fast,
And I’m still haunted by the past.

I don’t have anyone to call,
My voice just echoes through the hall.
So here I am, my soul laid bare,
I bring my hurt, I bring despair.

I whisper low, I scream inside,
So many things I’ve had to hide.
And every wound I dare to show,
Just proves how far the pain can go.

But still I crawl back to your light,
Still hoping you will hold me tight.
Still aching for the words, “You’re safe,”
A sacred place, a saving grace.

It hurts so bad I cannot breathe,
My chest a cage I can't relieve.
Each night I hope the pain will cease,
Each morning begs a bit of peace.

Please help me, please don’t look away,
I’ve stumbled here from far away.
Please love me when I cannot stand,
And pull me up with gentle hands.

I’m not a storm you have to fear,
Just a soul who needs you near.
Please don’t grow tired of my cry,
It’s just my way to say I try.

To live, to stay, to still believe,
That maybe I don’t have to leave.
That maybe hearts can still forgive,
And broken things can learn to live.

I don’t come strong, I come in pieces,
With every part the hurt increases.
But even shattered things can shine,
If someone says, “You’re still divine.”

So here I am, a silent plea,
Please love the raw and messy me.
The one who cries, the one who shakes,
The one who bends and sometimes breaks.

I’m sorry that I wear you down,
That I return in tears, not crowns.
But you’re the place I still call home,
Even when I’m made of stone.

Even when the nights are cruel,
And I feel used, or just a fool.
You are the name I dare to speak,
The only shore I ever seek.

So if you see me lost and sore,
Please don’t just lock the door.
Please let me weep, please let me rest,
Inside the arms that know me best

Love me though I come undone,
Though I eclipse your rising sun.
Love me through the endless gray,
And I will find my voice one day—

To say: I lived because you stayed.