You.

You are my enemy.

Known to you is my underbelly

Known to you is my shame.

You,

a savior.

The outreached hand in the last breath of my struggle.

You.

You see my eyes. I dare to share my tears.

Your hand so dirty with my shame yet so clean from my cries.

I give you my hand. I give you my breath of agony. I hand them over and you wash them and heal and forgive.

And I know that my secret is safe,

Now open.

I have relief.

You.

You will make it better. And though I hate you, I love you.