He languished,
And the bond weakened.
He’d wither away slowly or quickly,
But certainly.
Chaos engulfed moments that might have been cherished,
As the raging storm prevailed.
After some time,
It was gone.
All of it.
But the white-foamed beast reawakened
With a fury,
As another soul drifted
Into the oblivion she feared.
Finally, I saw her;
The frightened little girl
Alone and crying.
Her rage was much like that storm,
So familiar and so strange.
The lost soul,
The fragmented heart,
The wounded bird.
I understood why she cowered
In the destructive ways that she did.
It’s okay, I said,
I love you,
And I got you.
As they depart, they soar,                                            
Maybe singing.
And this, too, is familiar.
As is coming to peace with the pain.

Author D.K. Sanz

Black rose image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

Angels image by Jerry SageLvs from Pixabay

Hand holding image by by tung256 from Pixabay