Today's Poem

Where were you,
When. I . was . Younger....
Less scarred?

You would have liked, the less
expired version of, me.

But,you come NOW and disrupt my life.
You show me,
that second chances are not unicorns.
They exist.

Hang in there. Hold on. Hold me.
Every scar, was practice, for you love.

God made you a warrior.
God made me yours.
In suplication I find peace within your arms.

Let's rebuild each other.
We are proudly cracked.

We are God's Psalms. Realised.