We have come to this journey
From different directions—
Your path more direct; mine
strewn with regrets and
possibilities of never
recovering from pain.
But I promised you that
you would get me; not some
shell of a woman left for
dead by someone who did
not know the value
of my heart or how delicate
it really is. I'm no
shrinking violet prone
to faint at the sight of blood.
Still, I am scarred from
the act of living, from
getting up and facing the world
and its demons and angels
and having to figure out which
is which more times than I
wanted (can I confess to you
I guessed wrong too
many times and embraced
an “angel of light’ only to be
burned from the encounter?)
You have invited me
to walk beside you; to run
when we must and to carry
only the bags that belong
to me… what a gift that
is, to not be required anything
but the walking. I am
your companion dipped in
this moment of angst
and amber. We are the
reason the trail has
opened up: it’s our path
and I’m glad we get
to walk it together.
© Valerie Bridgeman
October 3, 2013
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