My legs are curled beneath me,
Protecting me from me, myself, and I.
And these hands are clenched in pain,
As I repeatedly see your face in each mirror.
You made me who I am.
Do I applaud you or rather do I scream at you?
For years I've swallowed down gulps of hurt,
And rolled with the punches that came left and right.
[One more hit to the heart can't hurt, can it?]
Lullabies shadowed me from the ghosts at night,
And pills sheltered me from the reality at bay.
But as I stand in this mirror today -
I realize something.
This. Isn't. Me.
(Anymore)
Instead of curling into myself,
I curl my body into you, my sunshine.
And I shake off the pain, this hurt,
And replace it all with the love you give.
I feel the arms of an angel wrapping around me,
As I begin to fall.
And I'm saved.
He saved me.
(Love)
Many forsake the things they are given,
But I cannot forsake this gift God gave me.
My lover, my savior, my angel from above;
Yes, he is that amazing.
(Thank you)
And instead of curling into myself,
I curl my body into you, my sunshine.
I kiss your face, you hold me close.
Two heats beating together as one.
[Boom, boom, boom.]
This world is a nightmare,
and I face it every hour.
But with my savior by my side,
I breathe with confidence,
And I inhale love.
[True, meaningful love.]
Written on October 6th of 2009,
(c) Stephanie Lynn
