I gathered your broken pieces with my own two hands.
Crimson stains covered my palm’s lifeline.
Massaged and mended your hurts until callouses formed.
I carried your burdens cloaked around my shoulders.
I carried them like blessings with grace.
Have you met the person that awakens your soul and then slowly tranquilizes you back into a coma?
You’re awake silently screaming I want to feel
While tears spill from your glassy eyes
I got down on my hands and knees and cultivated peace in a trance.
I toiled in your barren soul moving, shifting and praying
Giving while you took
My calloused palms always trying to smooth your roughness.
I took handfuls of your soil and rubbed it all over me
Wanting the bounty of the earth
Wanting to live
Wanting to wade in a shallow pond,
But nightmares caught in dream catchers are sometimes realtime experiences
Reflected in the weariness of tired eyes that dare not hope
Dare not believe again
Because the mind remembers what the heart wants to forgive
And bandaged hands need time to heal
For time heals all.
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Sometimes you need to let go and distance yourself from the pain so that you can grow. God allows us to have experiences to grow and He will allow you to keep repeating the same issue that causes you pain until you recognize what He wants you to take, use and move on for His glory…. I’m just saying girlfriend, your writing is beautiful and its filled with so much pain.