Tuesday 29 July 2014

He

I wear armour
Forged from hurt
He slipped me from it
And I am safe
I stifle giggles
Bubbling from nerves
He laughs along with me
And I am soaring
He answers to Sir
He answers to Daddy
He answers to silence
When I am overcome
He gets me
He reads me
He speaks me fluently
When I am overthrown
Our darkest demons get along
Dancing quietly out of sight
Leaving us alone together
He has strength and sweetness
In equal measure
Just as I have
But he stills me with a look
When the mania threatens me
And I am able to exhale
And reclaim my wayward mind
He is generosity and integrity
And I am humbled

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