I think the
Angels knew
the stories of my heart
before I was born
knowing I would
soar among the stars
& sink into the heartache
of reckless flames
that I would
combat pain & darkness
and endure an
aching loss of love & light
crumpled in brokenness & shame
so when knitting my heart
they knew to make me strong
despite my feeling of being only weak
they spun gold & silver thread
interlaced with Kevlar & elastic
and sealed the lining
with holy water
so I could
stretch & swell within
the ocean of my love
hold close the tender sentiment
when dark waves threatened
to wash shores away
to remain standing
while enemies try to
seize my fortress walls
using poison arrows & silver bullets
to withstand years of drought
& still bloom a desert rose
despite being abandoned
without love’s rain
they know my design
sketching the eternal pattern of
my celestial flight
my earthen plight
and wove me deep & strong
to withstand the miles & miles
of wilderness
Poetry of M 