Living:

We can't all give love she says

her eyes streaming 

of crystal broken 

shattered diamonds

of what was once 

her dreams

pale face clutched by her hands

tracks of her tears

leaving runways

to me I pull her so

her soft sobs shaking her body so

against my stiffened chest

hoping praying

the memories of before 

will leave her be

as if birds

nay

Angels on the wing

to show to teach

that without this

and that within

there is no faith or belief

in a better tomorrow

with the understanding

it is a lesson

of lost labours love

in the knowledge

someone 

somewhere 

will love you for you

without rhyme or reason

but just because

your love will flow

and once again 

you will be whole

and surely healed

until then I have love enough

to hold you tight

and to be able 

to fight these demons

until they surely drop

~X~