Soothed
You found me fighting again...
sword drawn in burning battles.
At war with heavy words,
raging against my weakness.
You saw me dragging, dragging
my battered soul, my armored heart,
through blackened fields, razed to the ground.
Places where humaneness fled
and left barren, futile feelings instead.
Neither fragile peace nor hollow victory
could regain me or reconnect numbed nerves,
where I had left myself for dead.
Yet you still soothed me with whisper words...
Bound deep wounds with tender touch,
and gently, gently eased the hurting heart
to lie between blankets of careful kindness
in a bed prepared with mindful love.
Then I slept the deepest, deepest sleep.
Soothed.
Aqua M.
05/02/2024.
Copyright © Aqua Marine | Year Posted 2024
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