down but not broken
weak but not perished
stained scarred marred torn and cut
but here
here for me
not broken, nor maimed, not torn – in spirit
knowing hands adorned with glitter
hands that still my heavy sobs
heal my wounds, so small
steady my breathing
your flooded chest
my eyes drown
gentle hands still
no eruption
no great burst of light nor dark
just you, me
breathing
alive
she is alive
my mother.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
down but not broken
weak but not perished
stained scarred marred torn and cut
but here
here for me
not broken, nor maimed, not torn – in spirit
knowing hands adorned with glitter
hands that still my heavy sobs
heal my wounds, so small
steady my breathing
your flooded chest
my eyes drown
gentle hands still
no eruption
no great burst of light nor dark
just you, me
breathing
alive
she is alive
my mother.
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