ARE YOU TIRED OF READING THESE YET? Lol

THIS IS NUMBER 4 IN THE SERIES FOR THE USS CARYL CHALLENGE: POETRY/ART

I HAVE MANY PEOPLE WHO INSPIRE ME TO WRITE AND LIFT MY SPIRITS WHEN I'MFEELING DOWN.

ONE OF THOSE WONDERFUL PEOPLE IS OOHHSHINY/INTHELIGHT.

IF YOU GET ON TUMBLR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK OUT HER "DARYL'S SCRAPBOOK" SERIES. IT WILL LIFT YOUR SPIRITS AND MAKE YOUR HEART SING. THANK YOU!

PROMPT: HAND HOLD SCENE FROM SEASON 3

WHAT WAS DARYL THINKING/FEELING BEFORE CAROL ARRIVED.

I don't own the Walking Dead nor do I have any affiliation with them… just a deep love for Carol and Caryl.

Helping hands

He sits, prepares

Knows what is to come

Lost in memories

Of hero, savior, brother

Harshest critic

He questions why

Uncharacteristic act

Severs last ties

To a world left behind

Abandoned again

It has happened before

This final separation

Rips apart a whimsical dream

Of brothers together

Tears now dried

Eyes hollow

Pain runs deep

Needs to find his way

Who is he now?

Not the angry, bitter man-child

Not the withdrawn one

No longer hidden

Little brother no more

Suffocating grief chokes him

Wanting to give up, give in

Saving grace arrives

In the form of a blue eyed angel

Calm comforting words

Hand held out to him

He wonders is taking

What is so freely given?

Can he find his way?

Hesitantly he reaches

Seeking what is promised

Flesh meets flesh

Spirits merge within

Grip firm but gentle

Pulls him in

Clinging to the hope she offers

Realization rises

He knows who he is

Because this blue eye angel

Inner demons beaten

Strength restored

Doubts pushed aside

Better man he is

Because she believes in him