My Broken Rib

I left my Eden

To till a garden

Of weeds and reed

 But no fruitful seed.

She was woven

Out of me for me.

But I left her broken

Like glass from a height.

I made her a token

Like a dead fish frozen

In the deep of the ocean

I let her crush.

My stint with the wild flowers

Fell like Sennacherib

And I searched for my Cherub

For she had my rib.

I found her broken

But I mended her

With echoes of my heart

Words spoken with love.

After years of mess

I am relieved of my stress

And I am in my full dress

Of love pure and serene

My broken rib

Back in my abode

I breathe with no pain

Because I am made whole