Too Precious To Have And To Hold

Tis a broken world that cut us with those shards,
The pieces of glass still lay within us,
Glowing with luminescent pains of the past,
Reflecting every inch of shattered trust.

So many cracks within that mirror,
Savagely done by our own bloodlinked kin,
The silver separating but still reflects,
Forgotten stories clawed onto tortured skin.

Red and angry those marks lay,
Though a death-like blue its heart did beat,
Dying inside but unable to die,
A revolving film did we have front seats.

Forced to relive them against our will,
Remembering was always painful,
Until we'd do anything to take it away,
Even for a sliver of light, we'd be truly grateful.

A patch of sky one day showed itself,
Not dim but yet not blinding,
Its curious light beckoning with kindness,
A welcomed change from endless crying.

It stayed and slowly warmed my soul,
My frozen heart as well,
Only for me did that patch stay,
In its warm light, did i choose to dwell.

Probably not the wisest decision,
As it would move where the wind takes it,
But with wings it blessed my torn soul with,
In hope that this broken world could one day be lit.

To be able to feel again,
To be able to believe,
Together we share this acursed world,
Immortal souls as thick as thieves.

Promises i would never make,
Dangers that i would normally fear,
Hope that i would never dare to believe in,
And yet roses you made bloom from my tears.

A wounded soul thats bathed in darkness,
Yet you shine with armor a knight would envy,
With flaming heart and hope within,
I can only pray a part of your future, i'll be.

I shall be your light for as long as you let me,
To ease your sorrows and weary mind,
Chasing back shadows from whence they came,
To hope for the day you say "You're mine."

Until that illusion becomes inescapably real,
Allow me to be your healing balm,
Until the day you tire of my presence,
Or until that fading doubt is truly gone.