How does one write about these things
Pulsing with life
The sunrises and jealous rages
The secret thoughts to haunt
The heart, once beating in a rhythm like lust
So we take what is offered
In hopes of understanding
Of being understood, of hearing
Or of being heard-
To love to the depth of your soul
And be accepted for the shattered angel you are-
We beat down and raise
We rip apart to make again whole-
I wait here, in this dark night
Alone, yet watched
Frightened, yet brave
Accompanied only by
My own wretched beat
And yours.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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