Love came upon me like a wound,
got under my skin and stretched me
out until something must give;
drew me in, knit together ragged.
Long acquaintance dulls sensation,
the red seal fades to a silver thread;
the abiding sign of a life all sewn up,
and my imperfect healing.
This one really spoke deeply to me–the “imperfect healing” part. Wow–thank you, and God bless you.
Thank you! And blessings.