Entwine.

The branches are twisted,

Carved into and broken,

Lost deep within the nest of the tree.

Hidden-

Inside the confines of another’s arms.

They are split, far from each other’s warm embrace;

The one that could be their saviour.

With relish they break free from their prisons,

Damaged – but free,

Still lost, but closer now.

Broken leaves are gathered and reattached.

Painstakingly fixed, one stem at a time

They find peace.

One step closer –

But still gnarled, withered, lost.

A burst of light brings them closer,

Teasingly so –

They meet at the tip, so gently,

Afraid of losing themselves again,

But time brings sweetness, gentleness and love.

New life courses through them as they join –

Growing together, slow at first, but trust blooms bright

In flowers upon their weary souls.

And they are free again –

Interlaced as one.

Storms tear through their tired frames,

They break, more than once.

But sunshine always returns

And they entwine, their lives as one –

Still lost, but in each others embrace.