I will Feed You

I will Feed You

I see you
struggle to make ends meet.
I hear you cry
in pain, scarred and battered.
Shattered by disappointment
you lay prone
borken.
I smell all the anxiety pouring out of you
boring a river of gloom.
I taste your fear
as it jumps out of your chest 
and attempt to cut you down
to nothing.
I feel your roughed form
deformed 
twisted into a million shapes
as you try to fit into those tight spaces.

Here let me feed you
a bone broth of optimism - 
you have a future.
No storm can get you here
no drought shall find you dry
empty.
When your tears flow
enough to drown ten thousand
I will send out the rainbows
to remind you of the promise.
When you think your are empty
you will be filled,
nourished for life.

I will remind you to keep going
keep living 
keep being.
I will be there when you reach far enough
dig deep enough.
I will be the gratitude
that feeds your optimism.