Mender

Moments with you,
still and silent.
Cries outward from
wounds inward.

Baffled by your
burden; unable to
grasp your love
in all its ripeness.

Untouched fruit
in glorious suffering.
Breathe inward,
exhale outward.

Healing—even in
the most gradual steps
upward—is ascension,
a promise kept.

 

—N.A.

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