My muse as a writer is often my husband. We have a special relationship as one would imagine. The cliche phrase "he's my rock" seems underwhelming in regard to how I feel, but alas, other words escape me. "Two strong arms take their hold, Wrap me up, my heart consoled. His words are spoken, soft with ease, To keep me from falling to my knees. No pity there, just helping hands, Their only purposeāto see me stand. Chest beating with a calm and aching heart, On the verge, wants to fall apart. Somehow, for both, strength proceeds, When really, it's not what he needs. But one must push against the pain, A future promised, worth the strain. Not a path they planned, but theirs to take, And stopping now would be a great mistake."
More to come. x
āNot a path they planned, but theirs to take.ā Beautifully realistic. So much power in those words.
So so good. I felt like I was both feeing and watching the interaction. Thank you for sharing this!