Fight Or Flight

One day, when we're grown up and whole,
A time will come when none of this will matter anymore.
I'll hold the stars in place, so they don't fall
in - the cracks in the sky newly filled with sunlight.
Dear, I'll be your crutch, your compass, your rope.
There'll surely come a day when fight
Over flight will be as finely tuned into us both
As heart strings. When Bluebeard dies from our dreams
And is only a faint memory, replaced with renewed hope -
Snowdrops and tulips blossoming from the winter he left
That you can still escape; no matter how impossible it may seem.
Ellie, I would swap places with you if I could.
If you can't walk, I'll carry you there. To life. To friends. To home.