He Needs

He isn't dead. He has a beat, can you not see him standing on his feet. He isn't waiting to be cast into a label in your head. He hasn't lived for you to tell your friends how to run his memory through the hurt of what you said. He isn't strong enough to lift his head in shame of which he hasn't even met. Any yet he breathes and feeds and walks alone. He's not an old stone, buried in a stately home. He only needs a friend to share the moments in all the ways that keep him sane. So if you can reframe, from the judgement of his way He will welcome you into his world and give you Something you want to hold.