In and out
The sound of exasperation echoes off the disheveled walls.
One, two.
Twice more the sound grows wider and deeper,
Clinging to the lungs that once bore hope.
Hope: a delicacy most long to taste, but never brave enough to grasp.
Give it to me; torn and tattered as it may be, give it to me.
I promise I AM big enough to hold it.
I promise I AM strong enough to carry it.
I promise I AM.
Come to me, my beloved, and I will bring you rest.