Someone Built of Stories

Wed, 10/17/2018 - 11:30 -- JMelson

Ancient bards with stories old

A heart laid bare, a hand to hold

A million whispers lay untold

Between your trembling hands.

 

The woman never gifted a voice

A kindred soul, a weighted choice

A prodigal son's return, rejoice

Upon your broken spine.

 

Studious scholars greatly learned

Adventure began, seafarer returned

Brilliant villains, allies spurned

Behind your beating heart.

 

Familiar fingers along your back

A hope, a joy, in printed black

A journey to better days, unpack

Among your caging ribs.

 

A person built of all these things

Shattered pieces together brings

A patchwork creature forever sings

Thank you for who I am.

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