Days And Nights Poem by Heather Milks

I always seemed to wonder
If you could love my blunders
and take me in just how I came to be.

Could you see past my heartache
and forgive all the mistakes
and love me how I was no matter hard it would be.

I questioned my ability to feel
I doubted your ability to heal
The chance that there was anything that could be saved from me.

But through the days and nights
We had to make it right
To pick up where our pasts had dropped us just right out of sight
Finding hurts and sorrows
Our wishes for tomorrows
Our plans and dreams just hoping they don’t bust out from the seems

Envelopes and postage stamps
Memories of summer camps
Tragedies and victories and all that we had done.
All we had become
Every single one
There was not one thing from which we could run.

The good the bad the horrid
We dragged them out into the night
Wrestled them till morning light
Traded turns in talking and in walking back and forth.

Opening some doors and closing some old rooms
Letting all our demons and our skeletons be free
Free to run away from us
Free to never bother us
Knowing that we both were never perfect from the start.

But through the days and nights
We had to make it right
To pick up where our pasts had dropped us just right outta sight
Finding hurts and sorrows
Our wishes for tomorrows
Our plans and dreams just hoping they don’t bust out from the seems


You’ve stumbled on regrets
And pains you can’t forget
You’ve faltered too
And chased around the thoughts till they’ve shown through

So battered and so broken
The harsh words left unspoken
have made their way into our cleansing night.
Your turn to be redeemed
To show the once polluted
And take our hands together and begin to make it right

Start again tonight
We can make it right.