Rebuilding
They met in the silence of shattered lives,
two strangers with broken hearts,
haunted by losses too heavy to name.
He carried the weight of wars fought far away,
the screams still echoing in his chest,
the faces of fallen brothers,
cloaked in nightmares that never let him sleep.
She carried the weight of a child lost too soon,
a son taken in the violence of a world
that knew no mercy.
The emptiness in her arms a reminder
that love can be stolen,
leaving nothing but hollow echoes.
But when they looked at each other,
there was no need for words—
just the shared understanding
of how grief carves deep and leaves scars.
They didn’t need to be saved,
only to be seen.
In each other’s pain,
they found a quiet strength,
a place where the world could not touch them.
Together, they rebuilt.
Brick by brick, breath by breath,
they learned to stand again,
stronger in the brokenness
than they had ever been before.
Two souls scarred but unyielding,
complete in the space
where their losses met.
Copyright © Jarrod Toothman | Year Posted 2024
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