And even amongst the tears,
I remember what you taught me.
Holding my face,
Quietly uttering:
"Don't give yourself over,
Until you can look them in the eyes.
Don't settle.
Not in your career,
Not in Love,
Not in life."
I made a promise.
I made a promise,
One I intend to
Sheepishly keep.
Because,
Maybe,
Maybe just for a moment,
I could receive
the Truth
Of what they have always seemed to see.
That power,
Hunger,
Eros
Was always embedded in me.
I stare you in the face,
Through pixalated squares,
We meaninglessly laugh,
You go back to your day,
And I gasp for air,
Wondering if I'm the only one feeling this way.
All you spoke of,
Is how you didn't want me to get hurt.
And I always knew I was going to break,
Without regret,
Because I would rather
lose,
Knowing I chose Love.
So I could see the lies,
I could no longer snooze.
That I could be saved,
As if my path
Is some burden placed upon me,
And not the birthing of my creativity.
My sweet tender Heart,
It has Loved,
And it has lost,
And in the end,
My Love becomes ever soft
Sweeter
Juicer
More compassionate,
More color,
More wise,
And there I'll be,
Staring God back in the eyes.
// follow the feeling - n.p











