This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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The gate doesn't close, And I'm not too sure if it's because the latch is broken, Or your foot's in between the wood slats. My fault, or yours? The never ending debate that won't change any politics our world faces. Why argue with the wall? Why argue at all? I know love when I see it. I know energy when I feel it. I know. And I feel a bolt of lightning strike itself thin behind me. I feel a turtle crossing slowly in the middle of the road. I feel my sister laugh heartily with her partner. I feel a great deal of things, most I'm too tough to admit. And love is a disappointing, ever changing spectacle that I will never be able to hold in my hands. Love is now not tangible to me, no matter how much I want it to be. Despite the lighting, Despite the turtles, Despite the laughter. Understanding love is an unreachable goal, I fear. And I'm just now finding that out. Have grace on the women in your life. Lifetimes of pain come in horrible waves to us.
