Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Far.

Elastic tendons of my heart
Stretching to pull away
Fire lines the border of brokenness
And I tremble on weak knees

Victory is a white rose
The color of the fiercest flame
But my blood is red
Deafening the horizon

The stars are over me as I fall asleep
Wrestling and reaching
Even just to turn away still burns
And this healing rain leaves scars

Time separates limb from limb
I am faltering
Our tangled souls groan
Please breathe your hope into my lungs.

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