by Rebecca Write

Created on: April 09, 2010

In the bones of this house

With the light of spring shining through the rafters

Bouncing rainbows off broken glass

The prism of love reflects the death of hate

Bright green blades of new grass puncture the ruins

So this is what winning feels like

After decades of being beaten

By the cruelty in me

Here I am

Gentle as I ever wished to be

On this most beautiful of all days

Surrounded in the sounds of birds

Falling into a reverie

The selfishness of romance is gone

Its claws have released my heart

And I see you

The way you are

Our friendship has become honest

In its distance

There is no fight left in me

The fighter

Who won the war on war

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