She is Greatness
The pile of shattered pieces that stabbed him internally has become a memory of feeling
The wounds left behind by stolen love,
from depths inside unfamiliar before,
are healing, mending
Careless of how deep, she’s traveled far
In a remote place of internal depths
A vaguely familiar feeling is taking root
Unbelievable things are taking place
Greatness is developing a home for herself in this abyss
Redeveloping into its original defined title
This pit formerly known as a heart is flourishing
The wounds are mending at an uncontrollable rate
From the inside out he can feel the healing powers of her love alive
This exogenous feeling developing within is a warrior
Brave and strong
Exposing itself to the rest of his being
A foreseen future of mistrust and a valley of misvalued love is being erased,
Engulfed by ideas of greatness
A warrior taken over by a warrior
Emotion, feeling, unmistakably existent
In hands that felt dead for so long, feels the blood flowing to their fingertips
As he touches her a shower of amazement rains down
This is what it feels like to hold greatness
She’s opening up his being
Peeling back the hardened layers of experience
Redefining the wisdom developed with every heartbreak
Completely anew, from the depths of his internal being,
to the furthest point of his external being
Greatness has fully blossomed
Her work is done
But, she is not
This project of recreation has developed a feeling of ample bearing
Greatness can’t escape the grasp of her own seed
Unknowledgeable of her own capabilities; she’s created a magnum-opus of a man
An invincible combination, a warrior embedded into another
Consequently she is captured
Enchanted by this grand feeling,
Inversely attached to this anamorphic warrior
She feels her heart intertwining with his branches
Initial attraction is no longer trivial
This is more than being the recipient of attention from a nice face to look at,
More than being spoiled by worship and monetary gifts
This is her own energy, her own heart mixed in, working
Pulsing out emotion, grasping at his branches
His flaws are frivolous, each is a project instead of a disqualifier
Her typical hesitancy is bare
Her heart craves this bond
She’s no longer in control; He knows
He feels her fear diminish as their branches grow into each other
He witnesses her control slipping, her emotions taking over
He’s in bliss; To feel a feeling of such a magnitude and have it equated..
A harmony of pure happiness
He’s comfortable and confident, his heart is no longer at stake
He no longer feels like a project undeserving of her efforts
Their hearts have equally been sacrificed
They are now at the eminence of their accord
They are equally comfortable and confident.
His turn now.
She’s become the project
Greatness does not know that she is great
Her worth is great ; He feels blessed to teach her
To show her that amazing is hardly an adequate adjective to describe her
As he does, the morsel of control she was left with escaped her
Her branches engulfs his, one hitch at a time
She understands that she is a gem
Even still her branches intertwine, their grip unyielding.
He’s worth it.
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Known as Jaylinn R. JG, I am a creative writer/novelist, along with being a poet. I enjoy reading poems and novels or working out during my free time. Identifying as Lesbian, my full support goes to everyone in the LGBT community. I am a every outspoken and open person. Like to know more? Read more poems? Email me @ [email protected] or [email protected]
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