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