Come to me with your broken pieces
I have a special kind of glue
I can only use it on one person
I have chosen you
Come to me with your broken wings
I’ve got an extra pair
Been saving them since 17
‘Case you ever came back here
Come to me with your bitter rage
There’s an elixir that I’ve mixed
Made from truth and bond and love
Free of traps and tricks
Come to me, if you will
I won’t ever force your hand
It’s merely an invitation, love
Never a command
I wait for you to realize what I have always known
I loved you then and now and always
Been forever yours, alone
I hang here in the balance
In the darkness of lost years
My palm is open, wondering
If you’ll master all your fears…
Oh Katie,
You’ve been so wonderfully prolific in sharing this weekend, and perhaps crafting, too. What a journey of exploration into some deep regions of your psyche, so vulnerable, so beautiful, so brave.
-Lisa
Thank you for reading/receiving, Lisa. ❤
This is so beautiful.