Broken Journeys and the Meaning of Love
Both of us come
from broken journeys.
Not easily seen
we are covered in scars,
each of them
a survivor’s beauty.
Both of us come
from broken journeys.
Creatures of grace.
Grace offered
And grace
withheld,
coming late, and imperfectly
to self-love.
Both of us come
from broken journeys.
Early in the morning,
my fingers caress your side.
We talk as only lovers do.
tracing each other’s scars,
each one a mirror image
of ourselves.
About this poem
I still wonder at it. Finding love again. Don’t let anyone tell you miracles don’t exist.
Tom
That is LOVE
It is my love, at least!
This is so beautiful!❤
I just got remarried two years ago. It’s been beyond anything I could have expected. I am blessed.
Ohh!! I know I might be quite late to say this, but CONGRATULATIONS!☺️❤️ And I wish you a very happy married life ahead.😊
Thank you! So far, so good!
Beautiful! I hope i’m As lucky to find a love this wonderful after having nothing but heartbreak..
I hope you do too. And when you do, it will be wonderful!