Into the life of love an ever changing landscape here there are Magi here do they lead by illusion or are they as they appear out to make magic. Yet the double-edged sword of hope lies above a heart will they wont they do they don’t they?
The answer is slow there is no thing but an open vulnerable heart.
Its words whispered and unclear. It beats only for one, is it heard is it seen or are they too to learn the lesson of opening ones heart to another?
Pull off my skin make me new, make me work, fix me. Loose me down the vortex called love. Feed the fear of being less than. Feed it let it rip thru my body disemboweling all that is solid. Chew out the old and reinforce the new.
Pour an insane soul out on to a pathway where there is none. Along the newly forged path learn just how deeply ones heart is capable of feeling. Standing here alone on a road unseen I am in over my head the fear eats feeding and feeding. I feed it more as I scrounge in the dark for the light
Yet like skin needing to be ripped off and replaced the new feelings burn out of control in and around. Fill me surround me love me hold me whisper words of only truth cloak me in light. How filling is the thought that one can love so completely and unconditionally.
How it wounds time and time again when it may not be returned. From a body frozen in one moment in time you have contrsticted out more tears than were left. The one thing no man can make another do.
One part frustration one part exhilaration that it’s completely open falling. One part dying and falling apart to fear!! The one thing no man can make another do. Years of abuse and misuse make it hard for a picture to be seen clearly in the as it should be in the light of the truth of the spoken word.
Two parts of one whole lay fighting each other. Some call it a gift others a curse and for today I can see how those that call it a curse do so… as I hold my leaking and seeping heart wounded by half truths and whole lies.
No good to sit and dissolve on fears poison, no good to smile on the small sliver of sunshine that is your smile. Each breath a Herculean motion. Each thought crippling . . . as the poison that is the ego seeps through. Bring me to my knees drive the mortal wound further and deeper peal.
Yet the child in me hopes for the sun to shine again in the land of my heart so to my feet I pull myself and holding my heart as it heals from one great love I move forward. Bravely , slowly I smile and love again.
This is a loving heart and one worthy of being loved truthfully and completely and if you choose not to give it then I let you go. As much as it cripples me I let you go….
I love you yet I love me more it seems for once in my life so I open my hands oh my greatest love and I let you go