Halls of the Dark Muse

Stitches In Your Heart

I sew stitches in your heart
where I found it among the carnage
and all others thought you were just
another pale face, another fallen
solider.

But I saw that faint spark
of life, I knew there was still
somewhere buried inside
a man afraid of the light
yet seeking a reason to live.

I was a balm against your
wounds, while gradually
I drew you farther out
from the sanctuary of your
shadows.

That haunting dreams
which keep you up at night,
but I exhale breath between
your lips and keep you breathing.

I am your life support system,
with everything you need
to face another day, I don't
shy away from the scars.

I shall be the salve to soothing
your pain and wrap myself
around you, to hold together
your broken bones.

Whispering lullaby's in your ear
and as you learn to walk again
you can lean against me
until you once more feel ready
to stand on your own like a man,
but you will never stand alone.