Restored

There hardly seems a time that I recall

when we weren’t pulled in opposite directions,

some days I feel I’m up against a wall

no longer now your object of affection.

But then I see your eyes and feel your touch

your sweet, soft words are tempered with inflection:

you see me for the person that I am

we needn’t mask ourselves in self-pretention.

And when there’s little else I can endure,

when I’ve lost belief in my convictions
it’s by your faith in me I am restored

and through your love am cured of my afflictions.

With you here by my side I am complete–

 enfolded in your arms, I cede defeat.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

For my friend, Yvonne, who challenges a poem with three words included: wall, touch, restore.

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