My face is st streaked salty rivers of tears. These are not from you, but from the fear I have created myself. I lay my head in your lap, looking and searching for comfort. You, my gentle Muse…
You run your strong fingers through my hair. The whispered words of love soothe my abused soul. I wrap my arms around you, as you have anchored me. You, my unknowing Savior…
Leaning down you kiss me softly on the head. I am filled with joy. With your love in tow I am able to be strong. I can learn to bear my own weight, and leave behind sorrow. You, my unwavering Bodyguard…
I reach for your touch, your kiss, your arms around me. Maybe for once I can close this book of fear and pain that I have written myself into. You, my darling Inspiration…
