Butterflies and Hurricanes

You ransack my soul

With a breathless swoosh

You colour me with your words

A shade I never knew I could be

 

You walk through my wreckage and pick up the shiniest parts of me

You salvage me

Like a sapling uprooted from a war-torn earth

You nurture me in a garden you built with your own hands

 

You look at me like I’m gold

You look up at me like I’m the sun

You look in me like I’m a mirror

You look through me like I’m glass

 

You’re my refuge on the stormiest nights

You’re my storm on death-like days

You don’t try to fill my cracks up

Instead, you let my light shine through

 

How do you know me?

How do you make me feel rediscovered?

How do you regard me

Regardless of who I used to be?