And if I had been brought to this earth to heal, I would touch her gently.
I would ask her for permission to let my warmth caress her skin,
tracing her shape with fingertips so aware of
her beauty that radiates beyond the bruises and cuts
and scars she was given and gave herself.
I would linger over the sore muscles of her shoulders
That had carried all the weight there was
Till she screamed silently
For me to hear.
Her figure, that had never been enough
To her and the ones she wanted to prove her worth to
Would be more than enough for me
And how i could
spend eternity
just trying to grasp
the outline of her vessel in this world.
//
If I had been brought to this earth to mend,
I would hold her hand
When she reaches out with her other one
Offering peace to herself.
I would bring her a branch of olive
And lay it down
On the rain soaked earth
Of where all the weapons that were pointed at her
Are now buried
//
She’d find space in my arms to rest
And find love in the mirrors of my eyes.
I’d gift her air that wouldn’t choke her
And In the night I’d be a blanket
That no agonizing thought could slip through to her
//
If i’d be brought to this world to leave it bettered
I wouldn’t have much to do.
I’d listen to her every word with care;
i’d believe the stories she’d trust me with and
ask her what she needs from me
And how grateful I’d be
To give it.
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I’d be proud of her and everything she is
And I’d tell her of herself
The strongest creature I’d ever met,
and the honor that I had
coming to her to heal