You are the strength residing in my bones.
If everyone is screaming, you can't, even me, you'd be the only one holding my hands and saying you can. And suddenly, I can. Suddenly, I am no longer afraid.
And I'm not afraid. I'm fearless. I stand at the edge of the cliff and fall into the wind, daring gravity to go against the will of love. I fly on wings of dragons. I have my arms outstretched to receive the horizon.
Unafraid. Eyes like jewel-bright flames. And yet, still the same. I still have my gentle smile and softness about my shoulders. And yet, the moon dances around my teeth, calling the waves to reach out to me, and the weight of the world is on my back, but I won't bow to the pain.
I won't fall again, I won't break again. Every beat of my heart is a rebellion against fear; every solid thump is a reminder of your hands clasped around my ribcage, holding me up, breathing into me your breath.
Don't let go of me.
a/n: another one from an old book. It's a little excerpted, though.
