Poem: The Stabbing Sword

If she could look you in the face again,
She’d tell you love has no end. 
Your’s left a mark and made her sing.

It forced her to open up and extend.
You spoke in words she’d never heard.
Opened up her eyes to everything.

Now she soars high as bird, 
She weathers all storms like never before. 
A new strength inside of her has formed. 
You were her cure, the stabbing sword.