The stories always tell us
That "within darkness
There is always a glimmer of
Hope."
Had they treaded the depths
Of her cold, broken heart,
Maybe they would have rephrased that.
As dramatic as a teenager
In a sitcom romance,
She swore to never love,
For the fear of pain
Was much greater than the joys of
Temporary
Contentment.
She never would have guessed that
One person would destroy her way of life.
As carefree as a small puppy,
And as loving,
He walked in and...
Slung a monkey at her head.
It wasn't love at first sight.
But it was life changing.
Slowly he gained her trust.
She laughed more than she should have.
Her once sturdy guard was
Crumbling.
He worked away at the walls,
The webs,
The hate,
The fear.
He brought his light into her world.
He showed her what happens
When you take a
Risk.
The glimmer inside her was still
Small,
Fragile,
Close to extinction.
But his light fed her soul,
And healed her wounded heart.
He loved her,
Scars and all.
And she was enamored
With his gentle sweetness.
Together they created a glow
So strong and powerful,
No one dared
Stand
In
Their
Way.
There are cracks.
And dark nights.
But that glimmer has never been in danger
Of going out
Again.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC