I met her when I felt
defeated. When my hands
were in the air, ready to
surrender to any feeling
other than hopelessness.
But then I met her
and she saved me.
Gave me a reason
to get out of bed
and to keep fighting
this battle that some call life.
When I met her, I didn’t
know that this was how
things would turn out.
That all of the grey skies
that became clouded
because of your absence
would still have light
behind their grim presence.
But I met her and she
saved me. She saved me
with the words that you
never had the courage to say.
She saved me from your wrath,
and there is no amount
of passionate love that could
ever do the proper justice
of thanking her.
Published on April 25, 2014 12:16