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My Esme
Beaten, broken,
Her troubles unspoken,
Her heart holds a hefty bruise,
After losing all to lose,
Her son, her baby boy,
Her love, pride and joy,
All lost.
Bruised, broken - hearted,
Her pain had just started,
She was to face more pain,
Her demons, not yet slain,
She lost all desire to live,
But not her desire to give.
She was a survivor.
I saw her, apparently no longer to be,
But I could see,
Your slight movement,
How your fingertips bent,
So, I sank my teeth into you,
It hurt you and me too,
For you were in pain once more,
And I opened a new door,
A new way of living and life,
And later as my wife,
I was never happier.
When I look into your kind eyes,
No pretence, guise or lies,
Just truth and love I see,
Love for me,
And our family.
My Esme.
A/N - So what did you think? It's short and I may do a longer one from Esme's POV in more detail. Do you think I should? Well, thanks for reading - now tell me what you thought of it, please.