Where I am,just

To question to be loved at your darkest and most naked hour.

I am,
just - And here in my
loneliest hour, my fingers
stuck in the wire mesh, where
I am, 
just - in my deepest despair, 
my flaws cracked open, where
I simply, 
am - adorned with nothing but
the sound of silence, where I 
Stand like a shadow my
soul limping along the road
less travelled; where I 
cannot be anything else but
this - 
A skeleton, but bones and blood
Flesh and ribs, a breath, a tear, a
broken body a lowly flower blooming
but one colour - Here where I just
Am, where I simply come to,
be -
Here
it is where I long for you most, 
where I wait in the garden of
forget, sit in the tree of your
arms and long for you to find
me here - Simply where I just
am and still pronounce me:

Beautiful.