Now that I have found you, now that those words have passed between us
It isn’t you that I fear but the recurring nightmare of what complete surrender meant before
The damage runs deep in this Empath’s heart and soul
And yet…
You sing to me in a timbre that I cannot resist. A resonance that vibrates in the hollow spaces he made
My lonely heart aches for that dance. Ever seeks the rhythm of a steady beat
You offer me the shelter of your arms, my body cannot resist that strong, safe haven
The turmoil in my head, all the terrible things he said
They are hushed by the soothing sound of your voice, whispers in my ear in the space between thunder
Upon your chest I rest…
You’ve made a home for me here in this space beneath your ribs, pulling me closer
I rest, sable and silver beneath my cheek, I hear my lonely heart’s sound
Beginning to synchronize, slowing to savour a harmony of beats, a rhythm of souls
The dance has begun and though the steps are all new to me
Your heart beat under my palm, is the music that I know best
~ kei
18 April 2014
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Oh my god, Kei, this made me well up with tears; it is so sad and hopeful and I can identify with every single word you have written. Beautiful post, powerful and evocative. Sharing right now. xxx
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Dear Allie, I am so touched at your words and honoured, truly. I’m finding hope as time and distance work their healing. Sending warm hugs to you K~xx
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Thank you. It seems that there is a great groundswell of wounded people, of both genders, outing the Narcissists and gaslighters they have experienced in their lives – and trying, desperately, to break away and move on. But, as you have identified, trust is so very hard because we are always expecting that old response to return in a new person. xxx
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Beautiful words dear poetess. Always a pleasure.
B
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Thank you Ben. My day is always brightened to see you here. Love and light to you dear friend. K~xo
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