Speaking to her
Freezes the brain
With a warmth forgotten
From an age of ice

She tells me so much
About myself
It's a sad story
Filled with luck to one who
Found something more terrifying
And almost as beautiful
As all she is.

Blessings
Shook me in her words
Faith
Filled me,
Separated me
Pasts were forgotten
She brought me future.

Maybe I'll tell her,
I've done scarier things
Faced monsters
Walked for years
She scares me more than the life of a beggar
Than bullets
Than more torture.

I know
I want
I need
What she has