HIM

Sketched by Aayusa Dahal.
No, he isn't the "HIM" in this poem ;) 

In his embrace, I imagine myself

cuddled and comforted;

held so tight, no more demons to fight.

In the darkness he comes

and brings along

wonderful silences to accompany.

His lingering touch and playful eyes

spell a magic

that lasts for an eternity.

He reads my grief and sorrow

and very softly

promises me a better tomorrow.

“More is yet to come, less is what you’ve seen

but trust me,

strong is what you’ve always been.”

“Darkest of nights and strongest of storms,

it was only because of you

that I could overcome.”

All the days he’s there, and even the nights

as he comes

everything feels nice.

I know I haven’t actually met him yet

But we’ll soon;

After all, it’s never too late.

Call me crazy, call me mad

Or an insane too;

But I can always feel his presence, I know I do.