Unafraid

I love you from a place that is wounded but unafraid. With each passing day, I am coming to know healing by name, by touch, by feel. My senses are intrigued by the beauty that you shine through all of my windows of doubt and anguish. My peace wars no more and my silence is comfortably still now. To love is truly the greatest of gifts to bestow upon anyone. I have given and taken love and I have had love shatter me to pieces that cut my soul clean through. I neither bled nor cried. Devastation called me and I answered without a word. I settled down and we became one for a time that is until anger rose like a burning sun in my darkened world- exposing every inch of hurt and pain- he measured me and weighed me deeming me worthless, he threw me to the wind only to feel his wrath beat against my bare skin. Shards and daggers he flung with precision. Afraid I tucked myself in only to find there was nowhere to hide. I unraveled myself with uncertainty, but with each movement, I felt stronger. Hurling defeat at me, anger met a roar that raged out of me like an echo rushing over a dry land and we warred and here I stand- naked, battered, wounded, but unafraid...