Falling EmbersA Poem by JessiRough hands leave us wounded, but true love is a soothing balm to those wounds.
You found me where I was hiding,
Alone, afraid and slowly dying. Afraid to be touched because of bruising hands, Flinching from voices because they sting when they land. Your touch was the first that didn't hurt, Softly you wiped away tears mingled with dirt. Tilting my chin to stare into compassionate eyes, I knew somehow you had heard my silent cries. Your tender words were a balm to my aching heart, When you lifted me into strong arms I was afraid I'd fall apart. Even though every part of me ached from careless hands, You carried me gently away with melodic dreams and plans. Your love was patient with my fears, You promised to stay even if it took years. And when I cowered from your harmless touch, You told me you had never loved one so much. The first time you made me laugh, You said you had never heard such a beautiful sound, That it should shame every bird, rainfall, and song around. I remember when we were by the lake, Your eyes danced with me as if every sacred breath I did take. Time had passed and warm days had come, You were amazed at who I'd become. My wounds had healed and your touch I craved, From your sweet love a beautiful road was paved. Feet that had been pricked by poisonous thorns, Ran hastily for you with a hope reborn. When our lips first touched I trembled, Because this taste was sweet and my walls disassembled. Crumbling down it rained ashes and embers, We danced in the downfall as if snow in December. © 2015 JessiReviews
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Added on December 19, 2015Last Updated on December 31, 2015 AuthorJessiAboutMy name is Jess. I'm a striving novelist. I enjoy writing for children and adults. I also love to read other writers' works. more..Writing
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