For being my voice when I had none
Holding every piece together
When the softest wind
Made me come wholly undone

Holding my hand
Every time I faltered
Providing a reason
To ignore my reflection
In the hourglass that cracked
And bled tiny grains of sand

The words that spilled
From your love
To my brain
That hugged me tight
Before they filled

Empty crevices and space
That slowly help redraw
From mind to soul
The very image
Of this woman’s face

04/26/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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