Those hands were never a comfort,

But rather burning ice when they touched my veins.

With every inch they scanned,

They brought a piece of my childhood with them. 

Those eyes begged of secrecy;

Mine merely wanted mercy. 

Shattered I was left.

But with His touch I am whole again.

With His words I can never be hurt.

He is the part of me I can never lose, 

Because losing Him would be throwing away a piece of myself.

Never will there be a secret.

Never will there be a need for mercy.

Whole I remain.