Poem: Broken Journeys and the Meaning of Love

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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

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