She held me in her arms and sang a soft song. The night had been long and dark and i was grateful for comapny, my heart swelled at the possibility of love.

It had come unexpectantly, the feel of her arms. Never had i been so ready to fall, and never had one been so ready to catch me. My eyes stung with tears i hadnt known how to shed, my body covered in scratches i never knew had bled.

I called her many things, mother and angel, and much more beside. She restored my wings, once torn from my back, now vibrant and whole, and i had only to remember how to fly.

We sat beside eachother, in awe. Both feeling this was meant to be. yet in my broken heart i could feel no understanding. what had i done to deserve such love?and i became hardened. convinced that this was all a dream.

in my inability to accept the truest form of love i believe i have lost my ability to give that love. what am i now, but a void of what i thought i once could be.

my angel, my light, gone from me forever, still echoing the lullaby she once had sung to aching soul.

in her arms i remained
my tears long dried
many years ago
her love rocked into me

nicely put

Lift your voice - the lullaby lives on as you allow.