My Magnum Opus

There, on the tip of my tongue,

Like a drop of water

After a hundred days of thirst,

The words hang…

To tell you how beautiful you are.

I’m starving to utter something so simple

And yet not…

For you won’t believe me

When I say I see you,

Bare to that golden-cracked soul,

Your tears leaking out,

Each precious, like sunshine

After a hundred days of rain.

Yet you hunger and thirst

In your blazing brokenness,

But deny that every piece of you

Would be cradled in my hands,

And together, we will create a masterpiece,

Even if it appears ugly to the world.

What does the world know, anyway?

Every splatter on the canvas

Tells a story of suffering

That’s made whole when you step back

And gaze upon the entire picture:

That tapestry of life’s fabric

Interwoven threads of happiness and sadness,

Good and evil, laughter and tears.

You are my magnum opus.

06/30/17

 

Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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