Have you ever been saved by someone who saw the light in your ruins?
You opened the heart I relished to hide,
and revealed a world full of mystery.
When you released me from the misery,
you didn’t judge me for my dark history.
With you I had no cause to feel distressed;
my fear of abusive men soon decreased.
I could be both honest and naïve;
the sadness in my heart could be released.
When my heart’s passions inflamed my body,
you possessed the courage to take control.
Where weaker men gave up on me too soon,
you dared to venture into the black hole.
Despite my often resentful nature,
you didn’t smash my glass heart hidden inside.
Unlike spineless men who feared my spirit,
you were someone with whom I could confide.
You pulverised the chains that bound my wings,
and rescued me from a lifetime of strife.
When our brutal world kicked me to the ground,
you soothed the pain that exhausted my life.
When our world drove me to despise myself,
you came and healed my mutilated soul.
Self-conscious, self-obsessed and demanding,
thank God you rescued me and made me whole.
—H, for the one who lifted my wings from ruin
