…grace in a puzzle
…my eye is swollen-
it’s inflamed and it hurts-
my mind is infected with the worst case of depression-
I want to lie motionless and heal-
to pause my thoughts and have primes’ greatest actors entertain me-
but I am a mother-
and I see you-
and your innocence is beautiful-
so I wrap my arms around you and rise-
and love goes to war with the darkest of depression and wins a smile for you-
and we grab a puzzle-
one simple puzzle-
and I witness your joy-
and you clap, and you clap, and you clap-
and your presence is beautiful-
so we do another-
I do not deserve you-
😔
you save me.
kb