mended heart

Sometimes someone comes along

and touches your heart

Mends your soul

and sets your spirit free

 

Calling your name

In a gentle whisper of a breeze

with unspoken words, embracing

 

A feel of their touch

in the warmth of the summer sun

mending wounds that once never healed

 

With arms wide open

offering of themselves

without asking anything in return

 

A soulful voice, boundless compassion

softening the iron moon

Melting the layers, once unmoving

 

Listening when you scream to be heard

Offering a soft place to fall

their arms lending you strength

 

An illuminating path

pulling you out of the flame

beyond miles of a lonesome road

 

Wiping off a dusty heart

of a life forgone

sacrificing pain of their own

 

Example of honor and truth

a reflective character not lived in vain

an anchor rising from furrowed fields

 

A friend giving that certain something

when no one else even tried

bringing new faith into life

 

Sometimes, somewhere, out of nowhere

without explanation, without forewarning

Someone comes along

.

.

.

sometimes...

 

Done