Redeem: 29

Or maybe it was that very first night.

Do you remember, the table, in the corner,
and we talked and talked?

That was back when broken glass was still laid out
just beneath my skin, when demons chased me in my sleep
and kept me breathing shallow and thin.

That was when I would have said I would never not be damaged.

But I left you that night,
feeling like you had handed me back to myself.
You breathed me life. You did.

Maybe it was that very first night.

[redeem, verb: to free from what distresses or harms; to release from blame or debt; to regain possession or recover ownership; 

to convert, restore, atone; to save]