on this day.

this salt only heals us faster.

xlviii. THIS SALT ONLY HEALS US FASTER.

given names with no faces

i forget that they are too person
with wounded hearts 
and swollen feet 
that have carried their burdens
long before i had wrote about my own,
they still stick through with angel wings made of glory
and palms that shine silver and gold.
they hold smiles that even on the darkest of nights
you're convinced morning has rose too early.

unintentionally 
i flick my own pain 
on to them with the power
of these verses
and i find hearts
that beat the same
scars that have stitched themselves up over time.

but we stand tall
over broken glass 
hand in hand
knowing soon there will be better days.

we look at one another 
catching the words we carefully repeat 
that
even if i'm late to catch your fall,
i'll be by your side
piecing the broken parts back together
until you're more whole
than you've ever felt before.