The Words – For Danielle Who Mirrors Souls

These bruises that mark you out, little blemishes that define the beauty you bestow. Daily their familiarity reminds you.
Yet instilled within, the words you read reminding you, the outreached hand.
Days spent awake, nights crying into an indifferent pillow. Celestial entities try but fail to find the words.
An inch, the surface of your eye – unquantifiable beauty – yet drained of love in the turmoil of circumstance.

There is realism in the flawed, for the imperfect in reverse define the template of perfection.
The words form connections, webs of emotion spun in the fabric of the mind
Interdependence made real in the reality of pages filled with the words.
You look off kilter, never centered, a playful shyness, an idiosyncratic mannerism of smiles.

I hope he that looks on you is polished, able to reflect the privilege that is you.
Glorified wonder, an unknown lady of majesty – the words you sent written in my own language.
An inherent sadness detected, realised, true, but in the words my hope of overcoming, taking hold of love, gripping fast.
An echo of correlation – the resonance of admiration for those that understand. Look on me always.

The loss you feel, I can’t empathise, I can only try to imagine – and my imagination is dark.
Yet you have courage, the words written needed that, look within my darling girl, for as much as it hurts, it is where resolve lies.
You have touched that which makes me write, the inner core where the words are stored. Few venture there, fewer still enter the darkness.
An ethereal essence, a translucent vapor, the light of friendship.

So look to me, as unworthy as I am, for I know pain, I know the emptiness of hurt.
The words we share will resonate between us, mine will scaffold you in times of need, yours will prop me up always.
Know always that you are loved, loved in the words I write but also in the action of writing them.
Words, the words, my words are your words. Your words make me smile. Thank you.

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~ by Paul McGovern on June 14, 2011.

8 Responses to “The Words – For Danielle Who Mirrors Souls”

  1. ‘There is realism in the flawed, for the imperfect in reverse define the template of perfection’
    I adore this line, so very true…

    This is a poem that speaks of admiration, adoration, comfort and empathy. A tribute to the person it was written for. Your feelings are lucid, laid out with such clarity and warmth.

    ‘You have touched that which makes me write, the inner core where the words are stored. Few venture there, fewer still enter the darkness.
    An ethereal essence, a translucent vapor, the light of friendship.’

    I had to comment on this part in particular – to have touched someone enough to inspire such words and feeling. A connection so palpable and rare.

    ‘The words we share will resonate between us, mine will scaffold you in times of need, yours will prop me up always.’

    Honesty and comfort seeps through these lines. Breathtaking…

    The last few lines cement a high regard, a dedication to inspiration.

    No one could read this and not be moved. Perfect.

  2. Sir,
    Your words carry more healing power than a whole pharmacy of medications.
    They are a blessing to those who have suffered and feel misunderstood, lonely and empty. If only you knew the difference you have made.
    There is a special place for you in this world and the one beyond.
    May joy and peace surround you.

    • Wow – thanks so much for taking the time to reply. It delights me that you find comfort in the words 🙂 I’m not sure of a special place, but I accept a place, a purpose, a sense of belonging gladly.

      Thanks friend.

  3. This is so poetic. I’m not sure if I read into this wrong but it seemed to be about domestic voilence. Is this correct?

    • Thank you for taking the time to reply lovely lady. The pain is not specific for the most part, so not really domestic violence, more just the scars and pain life can bring…

      To be termed poetic is joy – : ) thank you so much.

      /huggles

  4. Awesome, Paul. “Days spent awake, nights crying into an indifferent pillow.” My haven’t I had days and nights like that. As always, beautifully written. XXX

  5. Sir, I feel the pain and the empathy for her. Your words are so grounded to the page allowing the reader to be pulled into her world. Your world.

    “I hope he that looks on you is polished, able to reflect the privilege that is you.
    Glorified wonder, an unknown lady of majesty – the words you sent written in my own language…

    You have touched that which makes me write, the inner core where the words are stored. Few venture there, fewer still enter the darkness…”

    A couple of my favorites. Beautiful… ❤

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