The night we were assaulted I wept into your arms
And embraced my strength
The heaving of a thousand oxen
I was truly afraid
Shattered glass and blood-soaked concrete paved the way to my discovery
I am not afflicted with disease or burden
These thoughts are a blessing and a gift
A tenet of growth
You are the blood in my veins
I love you and I am sorry
The thought of losing you terrifies me
