Letters for No One: 18. Hold

If I lived

a thousand painful days

would you pick me up

from the deep well

that I built myself?

Would you hold me

in your arms

and whisper words of calm?

Would you understand

when I never did myself?

confused with the fiction

of existing and barely living

Or would you turn around

and walk the other side

where the fields are clear

and the well overflows?