She Was Mercy

A shadow of himself, nothing more…
Left wrecked and ravaged by doubt.
Gargoyles of suspicion scaled his spine,
Leaving shards of bitterness in their wake.
His heart bruised and battered, cold and calloused.
He willed to move forward,
Legs weary with the battle behind…
And yet he moved.
He clawed and picked
At demons of disease….deceit….disgrace.
He drew from the darkness into the illumination.
At first, he wanted to retreat, but he couldn’t,
Paralyzed between what was safe and what he needed.
She was oxygen, life, and light;
She was healing, hope and happiness.
He doubted he deserved it,
But Mercy thought it otherwise.

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