Survivors

He saw me
He saw me with scars over my eyes
Gauged by those who would keep me down
He saw the hemorrhaging from a thousand cuts
He saw the weight of a life in service
To a band of emotional thieves
He wrapped a cloak of healing around my battered being
Listened with great intent
And stayed because he could see the layer beneath
In time I could see the outline of a man with a looming past
Aching and reaching for his soul’s lifeboat
As the waters of doubt swirled and threatened
To take him down at last
Paddling together, We reach the shore
Of a partial island with scarce supplies
Only enough to sustain what life was left

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