are rarely our own
Rather
failures wrapped
in disappointment
passed down
from
one
generation
to
another
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
She is.
She wears grace like a crown
& beauty like a gown
She speaks with the voice of the sea
Constant
Refreshing
Steady
Her roots are deep
Her branches bend in the storms
Like a ballerina on a stage
Bending
Dancing
Never breaking
She wears forgiveness like a scar
& covers me in the glow
of her unrelenting heart
She is Love
She is.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Royalty
She stands with a statuesque resolve
In the eye of the tornado
jaw clenched
A violent grace
A pillar in the midst of chaos
The weight of a thousand lifetimes on her shoulders
She wears my failures with
a sense of royalty
She touches the darkest corners
of my soul
they don't seem so dark
when she is here
I tell myself that I've never needed anyone
and never will
but lying to a liar is a risky proposition
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