Stories to tell

She came as a discovery, from the corners of my soul, and marked years in those times of old. She wrote her name all over me and I created depth in my flesh, so deep where voice is created… and I kept her there, deep in my essence, safe and secure – protected. Inexorably she became the most sacred part of me.

And she loved me for that, but she never knew love before, she never understood love. So, she stayed to endure defiantly, maimed and weary, in the fatigue of her soul, in that poverty of her eternal spirit that was no longer human... love, forgotten in loss –  like a lost limb.

We rose only to fall…