My Opal Crab Spider, on a Fuchsia Rose:

I,may not know your story,

But I have felt your pain.

I ,may not of shared you’re experience,

but I listened to the words you express.

You’re past ,

made you feel worthless

but what is worse,

the other person involved feels no remorse

You’re their distant memory-

They’re your emotional scar...

The two hearts,

are like two cars,

rear ended at a caution light

quickly turned red.

No warning, just a flash of light...

Memories flood in,

only last a split second.

His words inflated like a air bag to the face, ready to deploy-

full of heated air, and explosive.

As the hurt,

knocks the wind out of you,

leaving you with a broken nose.

He walks away without a scratch, just a tiny mark from a seatbelt.

His only priority is himself.

So you mend your heart, on impact...

WHEN

asked do you remember you’re name?

Cause for pause-

As you repeat, your name aloud for the EMT

Your name is the first gift given,

chosen to represent, you.

You are a pillar of strength,

created from an image of love

Behove, my love,

It is time,

take the kid gloves off

And fight!

Hold your dignity in the highest—

I will stand with you,

No matter the length,

I will stand with you,

in every sense of the word,

Or tense

Present, Past, or future...

You’re as rare as a opal crab spider,

On a fuchsia rose,

Don’t let, his hold on you,

cause your petals to wither.

LET the tears fall ,

let them water you,

down to the roots.