Today she sat back and watched him,
Transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.
His hands told stories of his past.
Each scar, each cracked knuckle.
“I’m so proud of you”, she said.
She needed him to know this.
He was so used to holding it together, just like the wood he put together.
She walked over to him, reached out and took his hand,
Creating a new journey.
“There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart”, she said.
The gentle hands of the dreamer intertwined with the rough hands of the fighter.
Jade Hayek ☿