A Weakness for the Broken Ones

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How I experience … in so many words. And why the compulsion to heal is so freaking strong sometimes…

A Weakness for the Broken Ones

For a breaking heart
Or writhing soul
Or cold body- desperate for heat

For an angel, or demon,
Sinner, or Saint
I advance, when I ought to retreat

Because their longing- it rips me
Their grief- destroys me
The weight- too much to bear

My senses strained
Each nerve, a flame
Compulsion fills my lungs- Is my air.

The fear, the rage
Desire and shame
Steal my breath, as they race through your mind

And I can no longer tell
Who belongs to this Hell
Your eyes close- and I become blind

Thoughts go silent
Rhyme and reason- gone
All that remains- an ache, needing release

My will- neglected
Nothing else can be expected
When surrender brings us both such sweet relief.

Hi. I’m Story Lynne, (a.k.a. The Narcissist’s Wife). Nice to meet you. I’m the mother of 4 amazing kids, the (soon-to-be-ex) wife of a narcissist, and the author of this blog. I’m also a teacher, a healer, an intuitive empath, and Angel Card Reader.
I love fairies, angels, the color pink, anything sparkly, and Legos. (the Elves are my absolute favorites). I also love fixing cars, building shit, and shooting my bow (as in, bow and arrow).


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