when I first embraced
love that dared not
speak its name
I was drawn to her
moth to flame
I could not bear
to leave her drowning
in the well
of loneliness
hurt
afraid
alone
believing love was
never hers to hold
again
young but determined
I held out my hand
for purchase
my arms
for comfort
my lips
to awaken
my heart
full of hope
© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
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