The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.
The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.
Some battles fought; survived and lost.
Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.
All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.
Here's to the words that dig deeper than the wounds.
You have a gift of an abundance of love and acceptance inside you.