Grace

 

Fighting the storms
You make me feel like
I am the waste in your honor
Surviving the great fall
Even though you wanted my death
To be so subtle
Taming my wounds
Like the lioness within me
Loving your flaws
Like the mother to be
You disregarded my grace
Made me fall on my face
Laughed when I fell
I felt ashamed, but you left

-Arya Ruth