And It Started With A Letter

I never spoke of hardship,
Convinced it was for the better.
Yet, you asked what was wrong,
And it started with a letter.

I wrote things,many hard things,
That I never had let escape.
The words poured like rain,
A storm taking its shape.

A tale of hidden anger,fear,
Exhaustion that pained.
A glimpse of the unspoken.
A pure soul crimson stained.

I never told anyone so much,
Mostly stuck to the weather.
Yet, you seemed to truly care,
So I decided to write a letter.

You wanted to speak about it,
To give me a chance to explain
What it was that kept me awake,
What devils called my name.

I entered quite cautiously,
Shaken by the loud silence.
Sitting beside your concerned expression,
Unsure of compliance.

You sat straight up,
A smile warm as knitted sweater.
You told me to take a seat,
Pulling out my letter.

Then you began to speak,
Of a ship whom was lost at sea,
Sails being blown each way.
The captain being me.

"You remind me of myself,"
Came words of astoundment.
"Someone who is steering a ship."
A touching avouchment.

As you continued to comfort,
You broke the lock upon my fetter,
The burden began to dwindle,
I was glad I wrote that letter.

Words didn't escape my mouth,
Instead my heart came to a stop.
Tears flowed with relief,
You watched as they'd drop.

Allowing me to stay,
Helping me with every trial.
You remained beside me,
Through each tear and each smile.

You mean beyond words to me,
I could never ask for better.
A Shepherd that found a lost lamb,
And it started with a letter.