I was so alone
I was so afraid
No longer fitting in
Where once there was no question I belonged
I was broken
I was damaged
I was stagnant
I wanted to die
Stamford saw me walking
He had no idea my thoughts were of suicide
Divine providence?
I almost thought so
Like a dark angel
You swooped in
And plucked away my service arm
Replacing it with a life worth living
So many times you cheated the Reaper
He must have been angry
But then...I guess even angels must fall eventually
I'd have gladly taken that fall in your stead
You performed so many miracles
Is one more too much to ask?
Come back to me
So I may say the words I once feared to give voice to
Author's Note: Fan poem in the POV of the BBC's Sherlock version of Dr. John Watson, set after the Reichenbach Fall in season 2, episode 3
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