Let Me

I wrote this poem because I was tired of not being the shoulder that he would cry on. He was mines…so why couldn’t I be his?

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Let Me

Let me love you, let me in.
Let me show you the
Capacity of my heart.
Let me show you
Just why I am here.
Let me love you, let me in.
Let me endure your
Hurt, your pain.
Let me bandage your wounds.
Allow me to ease it away.
Don’t deny me and turn your back.
That dark room
That you are so accustomed to
No longer has space for you.
But, here, in my arms.
In my space…this is your home.
Just let me
Help you.
Let me carry your burdens,
Your sins.
Let me softly kiss those
Evil spirits away.
I’m equipped. I’m ready.
But you’re so scared and uneasy.
But sweetheart don’t you see?
I can be your Eve minus that
Fruit on the tree.
I can be your rib.
Your backbone.
Your everything.
I can be that drug that flows through your veins.
That drink before the last call.
I can be the ecstasy that has you trembling for more.
I can be your late night taxi driver
Who you confess your soul to.
I can be that pastor in church
Who dares not judge you.
I can be the butter in your grits
Or even salt and pepper, if that’s your shit.
Baby, I can be all these things and more.
This stumbling road you don’t have to travel alone.
Just let me….please.
Let me in, let me love you.

Jeanine Nicole

Still No

As I lay here

body aching, bruises becoming discolored, bones healing

I look up and ask, “Is it time yet?”

Of course I hear no real answer,

but the answer begins to show itself clearly.

Still no.

“But why not?” I ask defiantly.

I’ve been through hell and back on a daily basis.

And now this.

And the answer is still the same?

Why can’t I have it, that, not even Him?

You brought me back for this?

For you to still give me the same answer

that you gave me before that night?

Why not just let what was suppose to happen happen?

Why bring me back miraculously, unharmed and unscathed?

All for you to say,

still no.

I don’t even know why I am mad.

I should be bouncing around with joy.

You brought me back from death, but

I still can’t help to wonder why.

And more importantly, why still no?

But I am not worthy enough to ask such questions.

You have the puzzle already figured out.

No need for me to squeeze in extra pieces.

I will just go and be grateful that I am able

to still embark on this journey.

And patiently wait for you to say yes.