a well so endlessly deep
i wore its pain on my sleeve,
for sins they
it wasn’t this
world hurling its every
fury in my direction after all.
to finally accept my
person i so often loathed.
the unconditional love
in your eyes opened mine to
deserving what i feared all my life.
and maybe i thanked the universe with all its
myriad moving parts for extending its gentle hand
touching a wounded heart in such a random act of kindness.
reblogged to 20 Lines A Day