Marked

Like a wax seal

I hold together

Your words

Your thoughts

I stabilize

Yet, they only see

I am marked

By you

Your Garden

Press your roses

To my face

One last time

And

One last time

Breathe your sweet

Honeysuckle

On my skin

Plant your seeds

And trust

I am a garden

Kept well

By your hands

Come

Find healing

In my petals

Find peace

In me

Whom you care for

With great

Urgency

Metamorphosis

In my cocoon, my flesh tears. And I bleed. Muffled in silence; I sleep only to awaken as another. A reincarnation forced into one lifetime. Spread so thin, I reveal my true colors.

God

A love

No, not a love

A clarity

A peace

No, a state of love

Not a feeling

A cleansing

Clearing of the mind

No, a struggle

A treachery

A mountain

Move

And that; you do

Move me

A tree - rooted

Cannot walk

You cut me down

And give me

Purpose

Growth anew

No, a life

Owed to You

Suffocate

Root me in the ground

Bury me in the density

The heaviness of you

Challenge my lungs

To breathe your air

Burn my chest

You burden, you

Sword

A double edged sword
I wield
The weight is much
Heavy in my hands
To learn a swordsman's skill
Takes practice
Hard as I may try
To win battles over my enemies
I must be cut
And calloused
And practiced
For when the enemy comes
He will not be practicing