Delicately Breaking

You have turned tears into diamonds

and cuts into battle scars

How many broken places have you stitched with your love?

So many shiny traces of the fire you've poured

down my core

through my walls

seeping into cracks

building life from dirt

I am transformed like a butterfly

you've gently patted my wings dry

avoided ripping, but stripping clean

How many years have you spent re-painting me?

I've had people say I'm pure, but not like this

this is more

You gave yourself up to take me on

and far before I could claim I understood

You began to move

like an imprint the light left on my eyelids

I can shift you but not erase

The heat from your hand always remains, like you never took it off my heart

When I knew I wanted your help

I called

and I could remember calling before

and I could remember clasping hands and dancing

But the heat from those hands died

yet you're reviving all those colours that once were so bright

Like cloth they had begun to shed in the washing, and fade each time

Until my house was broken down

I didn't feel just how weak it was

And though the breaking was raw I felt alive

I can watch you gather the bricks and gently place them down

You're the master builder and the cement you spread is strong

It's been slow, but you build to last

and

and

and, well..

thanks

Thanks so very very much

For adopting me

and changing my name

to something that's got purpose

Life tastes much fresher when I don't write my own destiny

my forehead gets looser when I can hear my heart in my chest and not my brain

Yet somehow I forget that you have sponsored my journey

given me my canteen and drenched it 'till flowing

Somehow I let go of sweet promises you've spoken

to get lost and confused in my own monologue

But this is a duo

we move together, like a liquid you hold me and guide

through all the step and spins in The Dance Of The Bride

And now I have come to decide

to stretch all of this skin on hoping to shine

the promise you gave me

I am leather you've kneaded and dyed

shaping my hide and stitching with pride

together a pair of moccasins that you can show off

that are softening and eventually

they'll be so well formed to your feet

that they'll look just like your skin

Won't that be beautiful?