You took my broken wings
and tucked them in your heart.
My past had invaded my present
with its artillery of fear.
It was your love that crumbled
my wounded walls into safety.
You nudged me to unwind the secrets
from the child inside of me to free her.
On a cold winter’s night I took the first steps
away from the insanity wooing me.
With your hand in mine we sat at a kitchen table
telling my parents of an uncle’s abuse.
I never thought I would ever learn how to fly
until you showed me where to start.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
It is hard to define love. If I had to use one word, it would be Charlie.
He took a broken doll and loved her back to being whole. I love him
beyond words and for a person who spends her time with words that is quite a feat.
Susan at Real Toads asked, "What is Love?" She asked us also to write of a moment that clarified that question for us. Real Toads ~ First and Last Lines