You Hold My Skyby Melissa Campbell
Today I forget for just a crazy minute
your making love to me,
and how you, a man of your word,
honor every promise for better or worse
and walk the narrow path without looking back
even in the darkest places.
In my weak I forget
your solid determination,
how your muscled arms pull me up
time after time,
and your soft lips kiss me clean,
how with gentle loving
you cover my shame,
and I drink peace.
In this haze of insanity I forget
all the things you are to me,
how I delight in your offering,
and gain strength from your resolve,
how, when I search for solace,
you rest my soul.
I forget the trace of your finger
turning my heart to you,
how you feed me grace,
and wrap your arms with forgiveness
around my insecurity,
holding me perfectly still,
never letting go.
In the fog I forget.
I stand under a lukewarm spigot,
watch water trickle slow across my skin
and know it's not enough
to quench the burn inside.
My heart splinters ominous
and I can't stop the rage of it,
so I pumice mercilessly
and hope to punish
the grit no one wants to know or see.
And the storm keeps roaring,
and I run to hide
in an ocean of nothingness,
but there's only me.
And while I forget, get lost in crazy,
soul-battered bleed of regret,
you put your hand on the latch of the door
and say it's okay.
You tell the kids I'm just stressed.
I look in the blue of your eyes and know
you won't leave no matter how hard I push,
and I see love beaten there,
not yet crushed,
and I realize,
as my heart drains empty
and I drip naked in a puddle...
...you hold my sky.
For my husband, a man who won't be shaken.
This poem is part of the Random Acts of Poetry hosted by The High Calling.
Also linking with other poets at One Shot Wednesday.
Photo Credit: flickr - Mayr