Diamond Left To Rust
“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
Rumi
When the whole world,
behaved like her enemy,
a homeless heart was buried
in a private place so deep -
out of sight and out of reach.
Each time her emotions were breached,
her metaphorical spade dug darker and deeper -
her shield against shallow predators.
A mind scattered like shells lost in the sea,
yearning for calm waves to offer a sanctuary.
Fate led to the doorstep of her heart's pulse,
each vibration connecting two throbbing souls.
Beyond her make believe veil,
I saw an enchanted magic in her eyes,
celestial candlelight flickering so bright.
A secret smile that could melt hardened hearts,
through luscious lips reserved for special ones.
Although skeptical of words,
there was a desire to bathe
her in beautiful poetry,
caress her sun deprived skin,
stroke the strands of her hair -
silently moisturising her wounds.
Delving into the depth of her persona,
without touch, I felt her so close;
scattered, conflicted, but determined,
bruised, battered, scarred, but not bitter -
flawed, fragile, but compassionately fabulous.
A diamond left to rust, one desired to shine.
A wounded soul with razor sharp thorns,
reminding me of Rumi's desire to heal and soothe.
Simple Musing
Silent One
14 October 2020
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