When love finds you again
It comes quiet, like morning through the blinds,
not with thunder, but with light you’d forgotten was yours.
Your hands stop bracing for goodbye,
and for once, they’re open just to hold.
It doesn’t ask about the wreckage you hid,
the nights you told yourself “never again.”
It sits beside the silence you’ve kept,
and hums the song you thought was lost.
When love finds you again, it doesn’t erase what broke you.
It builds around the cracks, gold in the seams,
and calls you worthy, not in spite of them,
but because of them.
Your heart remembers how to race
without fear of falling.
You laugh, and it sounds like you again.
You breathe, and it feels like coming home.
So let it stay this time.
Not perfect, but present.
Not a rescue, but a choosing.
Love, finding you.
And you, letting it.
©oriole_b
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