We avoid love’s inevitable pain
The glowing of one’s heart leads to abundance of loss
Love becomes hidden in a tunnel of fear
Craving affection, avoiding commitment
We skip the steps on the stairway of companion
Feeding into our instant desires and abstaining from authenticity
The trees kiss the sky through storms and drought
My grandmother held me through the screams of my youth
When her soul entered eternity, her hand print remained on my heart
Her cradling is engraved in my skin, echoes of her awe ring in my ears like a nostalgic song I’ll always remember the words to
I love her, and I lost her
But the touch of her soft hand remains in mine
The arch of her prideful smile inspires me to search for my own
Love results in loss, yet we still win
The leaves of a tree fall as its roots dwell beneath the forest
Though her physical touch is unavailable in this universe, she speaks to me everyday
Releasing one’s heart is worth the sweat and tears
To love is to feel, and to feel is to live
Comments