Posted by susan47 on May 29, 2006, at 12:44:52
In reply to Luck of the Draw, posted by susan47 on May 29, 2006, at 12:03:40
The spoor, the thing that's left behind as a marking of where you were ...
let mine be a feeling of well-being.
A feeling of being eternally loved, protected, and cared for.
A feeling which I saw, recognized in your eyes,
the windows to your soul, and mine, ...
A knowledge that this was Home, for me.
I was not going anywhere.
I was rooted, bound, and tied .. but not gagged.
My love, my sweet, sweet man ...
You tried so hard not to gag me.
It's all right now, it's okay ...
the threat .. what was the threat?
It lay, not in me, but outside of me
it assaulted me as much as it did you ...
what I sensed, though, was the attack you were receiving.
I sensed my own terror
diluted
you took the blows
There were many
But know this
How very, very beloved you are.
Even in betrayal ..
what happens must be for the good of all.
Always, so we pledge to live
Please live in hope, love, desire for all things good.
I'll try not to cringe
in public.
poster:susan47
thread:648899
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