Hug Her Sharp Edges
She was peace,
Riding on his chaos,
Swallowed in his turmoil
Shrivelled in disbelief
Tearing at the seams with doubt
Wondering why
Why must she carry weights not meant for her?
Why must she hold the reins, be the anchor?
Why
Why must she,
As chaos embodied her
He was flying while she was drowning.
She was peace
Standing in place, riveted
Keeping that which consumed her
Shrouded in disconnect
Sharp-tongued and strong-willed
Wondering when
When will she put down the weights not her own
When will she hold the reins, be the anchor
When
When will she
As hope overtook her
He was flying while she was rising.
She is peace
Arriving comes full cycle
Starting in the middle
She learned to live in the moment
Blooming in the place life placed her
Wondering ceased
The weights she carried, placed in Mercy's seat
Holding the reins, being the anchor, stronger for it
There
Becoming whole
As faith filled the void
She was flying just as he was.
@Sue.Ketter
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