She was slow to heal
So slow, she spent countless nights wrapped in my arms
crying over something that happened ages ago.
I couldn’t make her better…
I couldn’t walk away either…
And it began to chip away at my patience
There were times when I almost gave up on her
Almost threw us away
I am glad I didn’t
For though she took pretty long, she finally did heal
Now, I see her in all her glory
And bow down to the supreme love she showers upon me.
And now I know
Why the brightest stars
Burn before they Shine.
Photograph by Matthew Clements