Counteracting

I may often dig a hole
and bury myself
deeper and deeper,
but you’ll always wait
at the ground
and call on me
to come out.

I may often close the door
on you, and tell you
to leave me alone,
but you’ll always wait
outside, softly knocking
at the steel gates
of my iron heart.

I may often fall silent
and just leave things
unsaid, unspoken,
but you’ll never get tired
of pushing me
to pour all my troubles
on you.

I may often come out
strong, not needing
a helping hand,
but your shoulders
will always offer rest
for my head, weary
with fears and anxieties.

I may often be riding
a rollercoaster of
emotions and moods,
but you’ll always be
my anchor, keeping me
steady, stopping me
from sailing away.

-Katherine Lopez
23 January 2011