Can You Help Me Heal? A Poem about Finding Support

A comforting handhold shared across a sunlit table, symbolizing support and connection.

I Need You to Be There for Me

I need you to be there for me,

as the sun pulls the shadows

from my heart,

its gentle warmth

like a hand on my shoulder,

a whisper in the silence

that echoes too loudly. 

When the world feels heavy,

like clouds refusing to part,

I seek your presence,

a steady light,

to guide me through,

to remind me

that I am not alone

in this maze of thoughts

that twist and turn

in the corners of my mind. 

Help me to heal,

like the earth mends after rain,

where every droplet nourishes

the roots of tired trees,

where life finds a way

even in the darkest of moments,

teaching me resilience

in the unfolding embrace of nature. 

I need you to listen,

to hear the unsaid words

that curl in the corners

of my broken spirit,

to sift through the noise,

the clutter of doubts,

and find the melody

that still lingers within. 

When the storm rages,

and the winds howl

like fears clawing at my heart,

let your voice be the calm,

the anchor amidst the chaos,

that tells me it’s alright

to feel lost,

it’s okay to shed the weight

of a thousand unshed tears. 

Together, we can mend

the frayed edges

of my weary soul,

each stitch a moment shared,

each thread woven

with understanding,

with love,

with the promise of brighter days

when laughter returns,

like the dawn after a long night. 

I need you to be patient,

to walk beside me

in the quiet hours,

when healing is a slow dance,

not a race,

and every step

is a victory against despair. 

Let us share the silence,

the soft moments

where hope feels fragile,

as we breathe in the possibilities,

like fresh air on a new morning,

where change stirs beneath the surface,

waiting to bloom,

to break free from the confines

of yesterday’s wounds. 

In your presence,

I find a refuge,

a sanctuary for fragile dreams,

where laughter mingles with tears,

and hope walks hand in hand

with sorrow,

as we journey together,

piecing together the fragments

of a once-shattered heart. 

I need you to be there for me,

to remember that healing is not linear,

that sometimes it ebbs like the tide,

only to surge back stronger,

with the pull of the moon,

so let’s ride these waves,

through the highs and lows,

through the gentle whispers

and the fierce storms,

knowing that together,

we are whole,

and the journey

is just as beautiful

as the destination.