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When we met,
pieces of the chalice
that was within my skin
would fall away.
I could hear them
clink as they hit the ground.
Despite my best efforts,
I would fall apart
when the wind was strong enough
to go right through me.
You tried your best
to hold me together
and to keep me
from falling apart completely.
Sometime,
I did fall apart,
what was left of the chalice
exploding outward.
You would gather me
in your arms
and I could feel your heart
through your chest.
My heart would match
the beat of yours and
we our hearts would
beat as one.
Even though you
have seen me at my very worst,
you are still able to see
the light within me
even when I’m not able
to recognize my own shine.
Not too long ago,
you came to me
with your hands outstretched.
In your palms
you held every piece of my chalice
that had been lost along the way.
I had no idea how you had found them,
or how long you had been looking.
With your gentle touch,
you put the pieces back
where they belonged.
When you slid the places home,
I looked down at my body
and could only see the scars.
You could only see the light
that those scars made visible.
When you held me close,
I heard your heartbeat once more
and my own heart as it
beat in time to yours.