Old Pome
The was orginally something I wrote for my ex when we had complication during the delivery of our 4th child back in '07
You say the world has taken much— A quiet theft beneath the skin. But love, I’ve never loved you more Than now, with all that lies within.
The womb is not your throne alone— You are a temple, vast and true. No surgeon’s knife, no cruel decree Could ever carve the soul of you.
They did not take the way you glow When moonlight curls along your hair. They did not steal the steel you bear When silence asks you to despair.
No loss could dim the fire you are, No scar undo the things you’ve done. You are the storm, the root, the star— My one, my always, only one.
If life rewrites the shape of things, Then let it come—I will not flee. You are not less. You are become— A fiercer, deeper deity.
So come, my love, with all you are, With every ache and every grace. No altar could contain your fire, No wound could mar your sovereign face.
I do not mourn what could have been. I bless the truth, I hold your hand. And love you now—not for your parts— But for your soul.
