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someday i'll make known to you
the years spent in suffering silence
someday the doors to the past will fly outwards
and streams of devastation will flood the hallway
you'll not believe the hell endured in righteous indignation
you'll wonder why i raised not a hand to ward of blows
but instead learned to take a punch gracefully
someday my upright posture will appear stooped
compared to how tall and proud i might have been
someday my tragic scars will relieve you
in that they are only flesh and blood
while heart and soul remains surprisingly intact
someday you'll hold me, and find grief alongside me
as we outwardly rejoice
that this life exists even now
you'll marvel at how my heart yet beats and loves
despite all encouragement to the contrary
and wonder at how i opened up to you
when you now see
that it is a miracle
i am able to love you at all.
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Posted by kmalbro on 2008-03-14 23:56:29 | Rating: | Views: 45
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