Trigger me,
in a shower of love.
My hand to my belly,
goes without thinking.
Emptiness fills me.
I remember a vacuum.
Trigger me,
in a shower of love.
My heart beats wildly
as I struggle to breathe.
Desperation overwhelms me.
I remember my despair.
Trigger me,
In a shower of love.
Each dropp that falls
in their wishing-well
rises at my feet
as I drown in grief.
But then,
my forgiveness comes.
She stands beside me.
Back in the present,
grace again heals me.
I remember my joy.
Now,
I am washed
in a shower of love.
Free to celebrate new life.
Aware that I am filled with nothing,
but love,
and hope for them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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