Scabbed Heart
Jan 12, 2021
Stand there for me
And do not move.
Let me reach out
With these hands
And hold onto yours.
A heart is meant to love
And that’s where it always turns.
Even as a mess of flesh-
Wounded,
Bleeding,
Thumping,
In these little hands.
It beats to love
And pains ripped seams-
But still moves
Dripped in agony.
Stand there for me
And do not move.
Let me reach out
With my scabbed heart
And hold onto yours
In kindness, in comfort,
With love.