If only-
you could really see
the journey I’ve had,
to take with me.
Exploring depths you
couldn’t measure;
to sift the ruin
from the treasure.
I broke-
the seal of my
painful chest,
and opened up
my harrowed quest.
The gems-
I held were cracked
and flawed;
but searching on I
found this sword.
This sword-
was struck with
hands of sin;
ones belonging to,
my next of kin!
Gentle-
with time I
nurtured its blade;
cleansed the stains
from wounds you’d made!
This process-
took time and,
cut me deep.
But now this sword
is mine to keep.
The scars-
I bear may never
show, but in my heart;
your shame will glow.
Now!
that this sword
of your sin; is mine,
I’ll slice the memories
over time.
This sword-
is my strength,
forever more.
I’ve cut the diamond-
from your
flaw!