rescued by the holy one

your smile stretches on for miles and i feel like if i could shrink myself down, i would walk your smile for the rest of my miniscule life. your eyes gleam under flourescent lights, and sparkle bathed in sunlight. there is an ache in my chest, a burning in my throat, and i can't seem to swallow the lump that has formed there. my eyes well up with some saline remedy for my anguish, and a groan escapes from somewhere within my ribcage. you are touching me, touching me, your fingertips are brushing my skin as soft as a feather. my heartbeat races, and you are touching me, touching me, oh you are touching something sore. you are caressing a place that has hurt for so long, i never thought it would heal. i never thought the wound would stop bleeding, that it would scab over and someday be a scar. but there is healing in your hands. there is this alleviating power within your joints, and when you touch me i am made whole. tired eyes are seduced into shutting, and the misery that has racked my body for so long leaves through shaking sobs, and then i am okay. you have made me okay, your smile is brighter than the sun, and reaches to the end of the earth.