SheA Poem by writtenfor
heaven splits, it cracks, it divides from within, spilling out, crying out its glow of light--like a shattered sieve that pours forth life, she is illuminated, turned bright, swelling with soft gentle might. she holds me still, she holds me right--even still, as earth's corners cave and the ocean's depths sink, she holds me true, calling me--whispering me through. she traces my every loss with her fingertips, secretly, safely--swaying me back to the peace I need, to the peace i'll breathe-- I breathe her, breathing her deep down to the shifting concaves-- corroded by the shadows in my heart, soaking swiftly, quickly, to the corners of my soul-- reconstructing the jagged edges, tethered and torn-- splintering the roots of who I was, sifting me closely into who i am meant to be. I love her. I hold her close, so close she touches every fiber of me.
© 2011 writtenfor
Added on December 11, 2011
Last Updated on December 11, 2011
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