Chaos/Calm

The sun reaches it's fingers out to this hypothermic body

Soft and exploratory as they have never before met such frigid temperatures without evaporating in a cloud of steam.

A surprised gasp escapes cracked lips and tears trickle of their own volition down gaunt cheeks

Foreign warmth seeps into aching bones where their hands meet my flesh and I feel.

God, I feel.

I had forgotten that I could without a flash of unforgiving metal to guide it.

My smile is shaky, like a baby's first steps, I am learning once more but you hold my hand and nod in reassurance and so with each passing day my lips are more sure of themselves each time

I bare my teeth not as a dog desperate to protect itself but just simply to let out some of the excess joy that my body can no longer contain inside.

You look at me, seeing all of the scars inside me, and your eyes fill with such deep emotion that I couldn't possibly mistake it.

You hold me, and I do not break like I had always feared I might in daydreams.

I look in the mirror and I no longer see an amalgamation of others, but a growing, evolving shape of a unique person and my heart swells with love like it may just pop.

I give it to you and you cradle it like a cherished gift and never let it go.