I was seeking refuge when I reached out to you,
I wonder if you have any idea how difficult that was to do.
Not because it was your voice I sought,
Not because I should not ought,
This enormous flaw I wear like a shield,
Most often to me misery does yield.
Pride! Lift me up and hold me high,
Let not it be revealed that I hold my strength so nigh,
So that others might somehow see,
That I too have yearning, I ache, I need.
And in my quiet desperation, not knowing,
What seed I’d dropped or what it might be sowing,
You gave to me not what I was hoping for,
But instead you reached back with so much more.