The safe

Licìa & Miracle

 I gasp the air to my lungs, without getting any.

I try one more time until I feel again how heavy is the thing on my chest. It presses my heart and lungs, making my small heart panick.

The feeling of not getting hold of any of the stuff I try to reach, how black and white it all seems.

Can someone turn the light back on oe hold a candle for me until I am able to hold one by myself again?

The battle feels hard. Like something that I could never win. A race, where my feets are glued on the ground while everyone else are allowed to run free.

Until...

I feel your hand on my shoulder. Yet I still struggle to see anything at all.

I feel your warm hands around me, and new feeling starts to fill my chest. The feeling of being safe. 

You are my candle in the darkness.

You struggle aswell, but somehow you still manage to bring light to my world too. 

And I promise to hold your hand, if you will hold mine too. For the eternity, starting from here.