I am in awe of you.
Your love heals the cracks in me,
those fissures and fault lines
that run along my body
though they are unseen to the human eye.
Those lines were caused
by trauma and bits of my spirit
that were torn away from me,
or given to someone
as a peace offering that had no effect.
You’ve managed to find
those missing pieces,
even ones that I assumed
were lost to me forever.
During our time together,
you’ve presented me
with each piece of myself,
your hands outstretched,
the small shards or slivers
held within your palm.
They glow softly
and there is a slight humming
that comes from them.
Gently, you’ve taken each piece
and found the part of me
that they belong to:
along the sore muscles of my legs,
trying to soothe the pain held within.
Along the cheekbones of my face
where I’ve taken the blows when
I’ve turned the other cheek.
Within each of my hands,
raw from being cruel to myself
or along the curves of my shoulders
that have had to carry such heavy loads.
You’ve even found the one piece
that belonged in the small space above my heart
which was lost to me
when I could not love myself.
You gave that to me when we were married,
except now I wear it on my finger.
I am patched up and whole
because of you and the love you give me.
I am in awe of you
and the light we create