Arms to hold you

Sometimes you need arms to hold you when you feel like a mess,
Ears to listen when you are stressed,
And a heart to listen to so that yours can rest.
But if you do not have that, everything goes wrong.
You sink, amidst the debris of the storm.
Lost in the black hole where you think too long.
A void of broken pieces of the ties that were torn.
Empty and mistreated because you are alone.
Your voice is muffled since you're not so strong.
So you take the arrows one by one.
Until it becomes a bundle and all hope is gone.
You lie in the darkness clouded with all that is and was wrong.
Crying excessively but making no sound.
Wishing to have arms to hold you but no one is around.
Feeling alone, when you need someone.
Until all tears are shed and you are left feeling numb.
Your heart becomes empty, with no feelings, not in a single atom.
You are left with confusion as to why they are gone.
Knowing not what to do, or where to turn.
But you know no one will understand you,
Since they say, "Let bygones be bygones."
You were once a caterpillar with rights but now you are a cocoon that is a burden.
Expected to sprout it's wings before it's time.
And expected to take arrows like a mime.
Seeking arms, and a heart to find.
Not realizing that there were arms by your side.
Your own arms to wipe your tears and a heart that became strong,
Feet to hold you firm to the ground,
A mouth to voice your opinion,
And courage to guide you among everyone.
So if you are looking for arms to hold you when there is a storm,
Look no further, only you can hold yourself together before anyone.
No one can truly comfort you, the words they say will be wrong.
Patience is a virtue and a key to being strong.