Where did it all go?

Where did her dreams go? I wondered, but than I realized it was taken away from her

Where did her plans, goals and purpose go? I wondered, but than I realize it was to scary for her to get her hopes up 

Where did her loved ones go? I wondered, but than I realized they were either gone or they’ve abandoned her somehow 

Where did her joy go? I wondered, but than I realized it only lasted for a short period of time 

Where did she see herself in the future? I wondered, but than I realized she saw none

Where do we go when our dreams, visions and goals get crushed to the ground? Where do we go when our joy shifts to proud? When our masks is all we ever known. How can we carry on - with our safety down? Where do we go when the future seem to far gone? And when our hope is almost ran out of time? 

How can I be the better man, support and encourage her to take a stand? Her life is only hers to live, but how do I uplift a broken soul? How do I enlighten her spirit to carry on - to hold on for brighter days and to never lose hope no matter what they say?

How do I tell her she’s one of a kind, that her heart is so precious made out of love? How do I tell her she’s my biggest inspiration if she hasn’t understood my clarification? Her world has become a part of mine. Her baggage has impacted mine. Her scars I see is beautifully made, cause she survived when mostly wouldn’t have made it through the day. She is a warrior, no doubt of that - but how do I make her take down her sword? How do I comfort her that we are not in war. How can I make her believe that if she only lets me - i would be her steady shield.

I wished my words had more power than they do, I wished we could exchange lives so she wouldn’t had to go through what she’s been through. I wished I could’ve take her pain away. I wished her anxiety was only mine to bear, that her fears was just a man-made fiction, and not the whole cruel infection. 

Oh, I just wished she could’ve see herself through my eyes. I wished she knew just how precious she is, and how much I love her despite it all. I wished I could’ve solved all of her issues, and that she didn’t knew how to use a tissue. 

I wished I could’ve made all of her problems just go away and make her a beautiful life worth living. I just want what’s best for her, even if it’s not with me. I just want her to be truly happy. I would sacrifice anything to make her believe that no matter what she will always be perfect for me.