(Originally posted at Upon The Waters of the Heart, on August 29, 2015.)
He holds me when the nights are dark
and when the air is still but for our breathing.
And memories like wounds drip through my mind
those haunting, screaming words replaying again
and again, and again, and I wait for them to fall
to break. To shatter at my feet until they are
nothing. Until dust is what remains of the hurt.
And he is there, he understands, that letting go and
learning to heal are difficult things. In his hands he holds
sunlight and rubies, and he will wait until I am ready
to take them. To make a crown of light and shadows
and to stand at the side of my Beloved Prince
in the twilight of a new beginning.