Birth of a Nova
Words escape her
Their meaning escapes me.
They flow
A waterfall of tumbling emotion.
I can't help but drown in.
They slip from between her lips
She tastes syllables
Some are to her liking while some
Make her face turn
In on itself.
I do the only thing she taught me
The only thing I know how.
Take
Take what she gives.
Use her words for my armor.
And her sadness as my sword.
I will be her warrior
Her champion.
I will hold back her river.
Until the storm passes.
Until she can look up at the rain,
And laugh.
Copyright © Iris Blade | Year Posted 2017
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