trying
to conceal
wounds
with poetrytrying
to reconcile
wounds
with poetry
trying
to heal
wounds
with poetry
trying
to conceal
wounds
with poetrytrying
to reconcile
wounds
with poetry
trying
to heal
wounds
with poetry
My husband wrote a poem with, “damn it” in it.
Reading those two little words made me grin.
For in the midst of his poem about hurt, tumult, brokenness and pain it was after I read the, “damn it”, that I knew we’d be OK.
Love is stronger than all the rest.
Love heals, soothes, mends and forms a safe haven.
Love is our shelter in the midst of the most awful of storms.
Besides all that, I love him too…
damn it.