There was a schism
Fracture widened by lies spoken
It became a chasm
I felt that I had no choice
No way to cross the great divide
My soul mocks with silent voice
Echoing pain rattles inside
Like a form of emotional autism
Hardened heart as an acorn oaken
Thought splits as light through prism
Gate closed I have no token
Gentle touch wove side to side
Your love spanned the canyon
Mending holes in tattered pride
Bridged by my companion
Helping me to feel whole
I can freely move down the road
Hot passion cracked the seed in soul
From stressful work to peaceful abode
Beautiful!❤
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