The Caretaker

Open up your heart and let it all fall out

A work in progress I don't know where to start

Healing hands press through the dirt

In order to get to the beginning

To the child lost in all the parental junk

Learning of the life that I was made to embark

Clinching hands with a king and a beast

To follow a little boy who is lost in the dark

Creating a better me and helping me to love myself

Showing that it is alright for me to play the part

Caring when no one else gave a fuck

My caretaker, the one I write about

Pouring out my heart alone in the dark

Hoping that she will know of the pain I've felt

That which I let go and that which remains

My dear dear Theresa, you took a work in progress

Continuing the formations of a master

And putting it all into good work

This is not goodbye but only thank you

For giving me the drive and hope to keep on thinking

And writing it out in a way that is all my own

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Dedicated to someone who always saves my life

You know who you are