To You

You're there. Standing on the edge. A feet from the unfathomable barren trench, daunt and disparaged when you could be down the lush, happy waterfall that was on our way here, not too far back.

You've just been through the tempest of setbacks and then through the blind alley. You're down and you're trying to wash your face in the scummy mud water. You think that this is the only way forward. It may be a way but it is not going forwards. All this gloominess is just ushering the eclipse. And you know I plan to share my time with you. I'm trying my best to be your mountain, not to be scaled and beaten, but to fend you from the black clouds.

I can see you cry without any tear. Fighting the world, fighting me. Telling me to go away, to leave you alone, to let you be. But you ask something which is not easy. Cause time holds more than a fight ever can.

I miss my friend, the one who smiled and brought sunshine to the subterrane. Did I lose you somewhere in these bitter woods?

I try to be your mountain, not to be scaled and beaten but to fend you from the black clouds. I'm here, beside you, not ahead or before. Taking each step together, one day one climb. We took this as a married adventure and not as a strifeful race. And this unreal and unwanted antagonism is putting tension on the rope that's holding us together. I know I can't take this trek alone, without you. The blue devils are telling you that everything, everyone, I are against you. You're going down in your own eyes. But in my eyes, you'll just find concern and a sad fright, for losing a great friend, a companion.

It's getting darker with time, and the horrid bats are emerging. Dark creatures that can search to dig your happiness even without eyes. I'm waving my hands, all around you, to make them go, to turn them into butterflies. They trouble you, and this is one thing I, your friend, can't see.

Truth is, I'd lift a thousand stones on my back just to make your's lighter. But you're still trying to budge me away. If you wish, I'll leave but only when the dawn breaks. Not yet.

You've slipped once and the scraped knees are giving you pain, burning your insides. But you don't become a failed hiker because of one fall. You've got to brush your knees, pick yourself up and continue with the impending climb that'll take you to the glorious peak that awaits you.
The poison in you and hence in me is not meant to stay. It'll go once you smile that radiating smile.