Depending on someone,

I simply refuse.

Each time I have,

results in a case of the blues.

 

Watching you go through the same,

I long to raise your bar.

You deserve a better hand this game,

one worthy of who you are.

 

If I could take the punch and

absorb all the pain,

my rage would crash down,

pelting anyone taking advantage with rain.

 

I’d be the hail,

every boom in a thunderstorm.

If it meant they’d treat you well

I’d be your shelter from all harm.

 

*** Not finished with this. Will revise later. ***