With our hands,
we dig deep into the dirt.
Never knowing where our struggles will land,
or what demons we will uncover.
Still we dig.
Pulling what is behind us to a protected place.
Holding each other close
to mend the pain.
Our brokenness was nourished by the hope in our stars
and in our darkness,
once flat-lined and empty,
we find the jolt that breathes life.
inside the curve of each other’s arms
woven and rescued.