One Forsaken, Now Treasured
I'm caught in the middle of disarray
yet-
embrace who I wish to be...
caressing life's nocturnal sunrise.
but-
you bestow an aria of hope that eases
my dismay and broken essence.
shadows drown me, and you throw the
raft into my deserted reverie with accord.
for I am but a memory to those I adore,
they see me as someone who I feared
I would become. (inhaling loneliness)
but you come to me gently, wrap me
in a sympathetic blanket praying I look
in the mirror and see a beautiful reflection-
you say, “that is what I see, my love…”
so I take your proverbial words and hold
onto them like a baby longing for warmth.
for I used to be forsaken…
YOU MADE ME TREASURED.
August 28, 2018
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