Find me, a mess unable to mewl.
Find me paralysed to reconcile the ever-conscious seat of myself, immune to the wailing in my head. Find me in uncertainty, crawling for your truth. Give it to me as I sob. Give it to me, mutely grateful, watching the barrier fall. Find me when I posses no more words with which to mourn.
Find me as the breath overwhelms me with joy, when I cannot speak the thank you in my bones. Find me at the zenith, the penultimate pain, when I most need your love.
Give it to me in my utmost darkness. Give it to me when I cannot find the beauty in myself. Give it to me because you cannot do otherwise.
Give it to me in the knowledge it is threefold returned. Find that which terrifies you. Know its ugliest design.
There is nothing inside me I hope you never find.