Scars

Your scars never need repair,

A steady hand in your hair.

Fear doesn’t live within walls,

Demons buffed within its halls.

We both have our own storm,

Power gains, controls form.

Light in the starry twilight sky,

Protection woven in albeit shy.

Twilight begins with love’s dew,

This will start something new.

Shadows loosening their grip,

Soft kiss against tender hip.

Strength comes without force,

Space to be free within course.

Tracing circles on tender backs,

Drying tears on faded cracks.

Carried courage without tracks,

Burdens drop, shoulders relax.

In the weight of secure love,

It fits on you just like a glove.

I’ll protect you, in fire and flame,

Your heart never is the same.

I’ll be the shield to your soul,

Scars once present, they roll.

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