There's An Ache...

for being something less than, less than I am.

Forgiveness came at a high price, being

that redemption is a crown

of thorns.

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And you care about that.

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Pulling out the hurt of decades I clung

to like a dirty security blanket

that only made the blows

quieter.

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Everyday I can feel you kiss those scars.

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My pain is my responsibility, my wounds

heal by my permission… and i actually

am letting you touch them,

helping their flight.

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I like that it’s not about you fixing me, because you take me as is.

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There’s an ache to make right my wrong’s, and

the list is shorter everyday. I giggle at

myself more and more, and that’s

downright freeing.

.

And the ache is me loving me more, while you do too.

Chris Whitenack © 2014