Tiny unyeilding strings linger on my heart
From yesterday.
I fell.
Hard.
Fast.
All the way.
Trial by pain.
Streams of light.
Love of life.
Then nothng.
Was I even really there?
Was it real?
Torn apart
to set you free.
Life breaths anew.
A tiny beating heart
mimicing mine.
So pure and innocent
Full of joy.
Shadows of my heart
just a distant memory
of the pain.
I didn't know
what awaited me
would bring me
such sweet
tender
unconditional love.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Life Breathes Anew (For Trystan my baby boy)
Posted by Joann H. Buchanan on 1:26 PM
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