A Hole The Size of Victory

Boy next door
who came and went freely,
I wrote this down so we can get healing.

Now man and woman
in mirrors we stand;
face to face with the blood of the Lamb.
It's on my face and in my eyes,
running-through my veins, you can't deny
this beauty you see
the woman you feel;
the step you take back
because now I am real.
The woman you feel
the beauty you see
when I'm with you
I feel safety to be-
more than enough,
though I wasn't before;
by the blood of the Lamb
I was raised to my score.
This virtue inside
I can no longer hide.
So you want to be near
but hold me aside.

In the mirror we stand
with the blood of the Lamb;
we see truth of ourselves
in the heart of the man.
This may cause your departing 
and though sorrow is starting
the hole you'll leave behind
is the size of victory.

©Holly Silva, 2018