Falling

My defenses have never been up for you

My armor set aside

My sword sheathed

Simply not needed,

Waiting for a time when I need to don them

Not to fight you

But alongside you.

Without my armor,

The more I'm laid bare for you,

The more I realize how battered I am from previous campaigns.

Scarred, but some are still wounds I thought had healed.

I feel again the pain from these old wounds

It lets me know I still have things to heal

I am thankful for that.

By the time I began to worry that my wings would melt,

I was closer to your sun than any I've flown by before.

I veered,

Began to plummet

But this time the light caught me

My wings still intact.

You are that light.

You are my light, though never mine

Too free to belong to anyone

It's part of your beauty.

I, instead, am yours,

Freely given,

And I know I am in good hands.