She Wore

She wore silence
Thick like calloused skin
Made so by rejection and hurt, afraid to let go and jump in

She wore sadness
Heavy like stacked weight
In the pit of her stomach, refusing to abate

She wore anger
Smoldering like red-hot embers
Her emotional crutch, holding her up like suspenders

She wore armor
Sharp like razored fences
Assembled so meticulously, with guilt and pretenses

She wore compassion
Flowing freely like a river
From the depths of her heart, always the giver

She wore complacency
Choking like she was drowning
Hiding feelings in tidy boxes, while her insides were shouting

She finally wears awakening
Bright like the northern star
Learning compassion for herself, accepting the scars

She wears surrender
Deep as oceans dive
Offering him her whole self, awake and alive

She wears his love
Warm like a quilted vest
Her one true safe place, in which she finally may rest

She wears her freedom
Light and fresh like springtime air
Feet firmly planted, with her soul laid bare

He wears her offering
Devotedly like hourglass sands
Cradled and protected, in the palms of his hands

They wear their bonded connection
Woven together like never-ending thread
Their aged fabric breathed with new life, made stronger for days ahead

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