These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

THE DIFFERENCE



no band-aids, no dressing,
no stitches, no glue
need them no more
already good as new

how come, asked they
were there elves last night
or fairies that turned up
a stitch or two?

nothing grand,
only that
last night when it was darkest
i offered my patched-up heart to You.



**all Glory to You my Heart-Keeper and Light-Giver

August Bernadette 
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