alive

so easily bruised
that gossamer skin;
an eggshell of defenseless love where memories swim
in yellow light that once was blue.

so easy to choose,
so hard to fit in
when all around you, the angels sing
with voices lower than anything you could lose.

so comes the good news
that a true heart has found you;
you never gave in, you never drowned
in tears that you never cried nor love you never used.