My Only Forever

Why is it easier to speak
then to keep silent?
Why does it hurt less
to let the scars bleed their own stories
then to cover and hide?
Music to soothe
Music to break,
speaking from my soul
of the shattered beauty.
Broken
but
Whole.
I'd rather hold a hand
scarred like mine,
then one that's holding the blade.
To love a body of many
then long for the love of one.
To let myself go...
falling faster and farther
into love
and redemption.
Love that will never
rip my soul apart,
but patch the pieces together
into the finest work of art
for the gallery walks of eternity.
My Father and Healer,
Lover and Keeper.
Life Crucified for Mine.
The only kind of forever I need.