Confused and cautious, broken and brave
I don’t know exactly what is wrong
But I can feel the muddiness of uncertainty
Murky and fluid like a jellyfish
Just begging for direction
Grasping at reality
Happy and humble, smiling and shy
There are glimpses of the past, glimpses of his core
Beneath his battered shell
No one sees it but me
No one sees the cracks and the chips
The dusty, crumbling plaster
Watching and waiting, hoping and helpless
Something isn’t right
I can almost put my finger on it, grab it
Then it slips away and my stomach drops
Because there is nothing I can do
I need to save him, from what, I do not know