Friday 29 March 2013

Savior

Their words fall like spears.
Slicing through shredded ardor and armor.
Rendering every promise hollow.
A pumping heart, gushing hot blood.
Vicious anger.
Rising like bile, right to the head.
Numbing thought to every action.
Self-destructing at best.
Explodes.
A solitary tear trickles; the wrath ebbs.
A little voice, purely in my head.
"I'm there. I'm always there."
It trickles down a warm cheek; flushed red with despair so potent.
Instance upon instance flashes.
Of unadulterated care.
Of goodness, forgiveness, truth.
Of proof that love exists. Proof.
The tear finds it's way to quivering lips.
Though curved at the end, ever so slightly.
I smile, for I have known you.
I smile, for I know you.
I smile, for you're always there.
Somewhere, where despair wanes and hope prevails