We Rise
we crawl
we walk
we run
we fly
in Short Poems
oh,
how I miss the high of you
how you fill the entire room
how you make my heart race
I am not everything
that has happened to me.
I am everything I became
while I healed.
She wildly dances
to the beat of her own heart
a strong and fearless protector,
she’s hauntingly beautiful
Give me you
tired and tattered
restless and weary
a heart that’s been shattered
take me
to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me to the forgotten wounds
in Short Poems
one day
it will be so clear –
what you thought
was the end,
How beautiful it is and how vividly expressed!
The way you need love is that he must "love you through it all". The simplest yet the most complex thing to do is to keep loving through the...