I come to you and lose myself in your arms’ strong embrace.

Causing my inexperienced heart to quicken its pace.

The walls enclosing me collapse and I am exposed, fractured and aching.

Frightened I meet your gaze, feeling my resolve breaking.

Holding my breath, knowing what’s to follow I brace for your reproach.

But you hold me firm; you are not scared or repulsed.

Instead your fingers slowly investigate and your lips caress each scar,

Amazed by the beauty of someone who’s come so far.

You are the one I was afraid to wish for, the balm of Gilead, the salve to my soul,

I come to you broken; yet you see me as whole.