You And I

My hope

My healing

My help

My heart

You hold it all in the palm of your hand


I was hopeless

I would alternate between hurting and healing

I would not allow or accept help from anyone

I would give my heart away until it bled...repeatedly


You give me a reason to hope

You healed all my wounds-physically, mentally and spiritually

You provide my help...I do nothing in my own strength

You have taken my heart and repaired it beyond belief
It is whole again and I am #grateful

Yes, you hold me in the palm of your hands

National Poetry Month #3