Sinner's handshake

I tend to call my demons family.
Not because I'm cynical, but rather I've spent so much time in the dark
That I can now find my way through without tripping over my past 

I wish you'd let me do the same with you.
I'd love to light a spark in those eyes
A light so bright you'll see the beauty in your history

I'd love to hold your hand and caress your cheek
Sing to your soul that it's okay to want to heal 

I don't believe in working on myself alone
So as I write this letter hoping that you'd open the doors to your heart
Understand that I'm willing to hold you,
On days when the light gets dim and your wounds reopen.
Hold you as your salty past rubs against your raw mind.

Holding you close I'll whisper to you that I understand.