Posted in Family, Poemesque, Sisters, Thanks for the memories

my love is a fist

i feel it

the knife in your back.

i see it

the tears in your eyes.

i hear it

the ringing in your ears.

i know it

the crushing weight of judgment.

and i’m holding your hand.

~

it’s real

the knife in your back.

they blind

the tears in your eyes.

it deafens

the ringing in your ears.

it suffocates

the crushing weight of judgment.

and more real is His love.

~

you are His

a masterpiece in progress.

you are His

a poem lived out loud.

you are His

a fragrance from the crushing.

and He is never letting go.

~

you are mine

i’m watching Him rejoice.

you are mine

i love you as a sister.

you are mine

for such a time as this.

and it’s really too bad violence isn’t the answer.

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I rock. I also paper and scissors.

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