in the small hours is where the moments linger
that i forget how to be as brave as the day filled hours before
it's here i remember how deeply my heart clings
to the Hero that you are to me
in the sun glinting off my armor it's easy to feel safe and protected
but in the dark;
blindness reminds me of pictures that only come in shadows
memories that only haunt in silence
recalling promises i made to myself and to her
to do all i could to keep her safe
to trust with all i can
in the one who made the armor in the first place
but here i lay in the black,
surrounded by utter empty promises my naivety could not keep
a cry rises in my throat
spreading like pins and needles
to all the skin that i am encompassed by
there are no words can properly contain griefs cry
no looks that express her depraving sorrow
sometimes it is in my skin alone
i allow myself to feel the ache and the tremble
the shaking raw that peels back
exposing griefs face in ways paint has no power over her
like a waterfall these words tumble out of my throat
out into the heavy humid air
making space for air to breathe back into me
life sucked deep a tiny gasp at a time
the sun will come soon
mercy will find me tomorrow
tonight i cry and breathe and soak in the water of my soul
reveling in the pleasure that is living fully
not letting any moments pass me by
even daring to kiss this pain filled one
here i find i dive deeper
here i live truer than i ever knew before
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