Oh, the Softness of Love...

Oh, the Softness of Love...
By Elaine Degro

How it covers me like the favorite blanket a father keeps for his child.
It covers the wounds still raw and poorly stitched together.
It gushes through the darkest parts of my soul, leaving them unchanged—but open to go free.
It brushes the knots out of my hair.
Brings the rose color back into my cheeks.

It envelops my soul like a string quartet playing at every corner of my mind.
It shuts off the white lights in my brain and lights a gentle golden hue.
It clears the blindness caused by fear...
and I can see clearly now.

Oh, the softness of love...

It didn’t take my darkness and bury it like others so desperately tried.
It didn’t tell me to sit.
It didn’t tell me to hush.
It didn’t tell me lies.
It wasn’t evil masked in fake promises.

Oh, the softness of love...
Leaves me wet with desire and power.
Leaves me happy, with a sense of freedom.
The softness of love has found me...
and it has me in its arms.

It tells me it isn’t going anywhere.
It brushes my hair back as I cry out for them...
It kisses my tears, chases my monsters, swallows my fear.

Oh, the softness of love has taken the dynamite from my hand
and replaced it with the quill I once owned.
It whispers in my ear: write the pain away...love is here to stay.

The softness of love...
has finally found me...
after all this time.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro