Broken Shell

Her beauty is as such that it embodies the essence of purity
Divinity in motion
And I'm
willing to offer my devotion in order to experience her blessing
While Putting my mind in a constant whirlwind and
while taking this mental tailspin I realize that....I'm entranced.

And I begin to ask myself...

How did this occur?
How did she possess the ability to shine her light through the narrow dimly lit path of my tunnel vision, and speak to me although I was so focused on looking at the negatives, however this time I actually listened

How was she able to find the guy who after all the pain he has been through was able to see past this facade into the eyes of man he once was?

How did she slowly chip away at this shell
a shell that was formed due to years of mistrust, lies and mystified lust...
A shell hardened and solidified over time but showing signs of rust

A shell that...made this man weary of embracing a new novel
when the previous books were only paperback sequels of one another..
Having doubts to prolong before reading the prologue in fear that when the plot thickens, it would all end the same way...her gone and him kicking himself for again allowing his ability of being kind....to be his one true vulnerability.

Even though I ask why, I should ask myself why not because even thru the pains of the previous there is always one adamantine diamond in the rough who will possess the ability to look at your past and ensure you that the future will surely be a present if she was in your presence

And with this i stand
with her hand in hand...with the remnants of my shell all around us I
decide to reuse them because they always say that one mans trash is another mans treasure

And as I look back at the man I used to be I realize that I can start anew
And use the remnants of my past to design the blueprints and the foundation of a blessing and something new....

And for this....I'm grateful