Pass through, as ease to some it seems
and loss-release of lives lived hardly
in search instead of softness.
Forth from softness only love may spring
grounding tender darling dreams
where scars guard wounds from rupturing themselves
gushing inward, streams of being
stitching marks unhurt
and born of boundlessness and trust.
So lovely!
LikeLike
So glad you liked it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊
LikeLike
Nice poem! Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
It is absolutely my pleasure! Thanks for reading 🙂
LikeLike