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.