Senses heightened as my chest
tightens and I struggle to grasp what went wrong. Same sadness exacerbated by
years of familiarity. Why do I allow you to rip my heart from my chest over and
over and over again? Why do I trust you, believe you, listen to you, follow you;
allowing my movements and thoughts to be persuaded by you?
The sound of you rings sweetly in
my ears. Why would I think you are preparing to consume me with your fire? How
would I know your steps are masterfully calculated to devour me?
I hear the alarms sounding wildly
in the echoes of the wind; still I allow you inside my deep stirring energy?
You feed me blue skies and beautiful rays of sun so why would I consider you as
the darkness that withdraws the moon from my midnight?
Optimistically I search for you
with the smile of ten thousand children feeding at the bosom of a gentle, warm,
and nurturing mother. Why would I consider your hand as one that would choke
life from me?
You skillfully allure me with
your charm and grace. Your strength weakens me, but no, I had not considered
you a venomous poison. Why would I see a sly fox when behind your eyes is the
source of life?
You entice me with your
persistent pursuit of my attention. Curiously I pause to explore your chase. Your
enchanting sway delights me to deliver the fabric of my being to your feet and
await instructions. Passionately I pursue you, but why would I anticipate your
withdrawal? Why would I think you would leave me alone, hungering after you?
As blissfully as love enters, it retreats
leaving me with a bleeding heart. The same one that builds and breathes life is
the same destroyer that steals the innocence of my love leaving me with a
bleeding heart. Though I build my resistance to love, the gift giver constantly
and creatively encourages me to invite love in beyond my bleeding heart.
So shall it be.
We run to love and away from love at different intervals in our life. Ultimately we want it, however much pain it has caused us, because it's the only pure, true and enduring endeavor that we can embark on to validate our longing for something more than the chaos of the world around us. Love allows us to create an i timate and nuturing microcosm or cocoon within the chaos of the world outside of our front doors. Love offers sanctuary, healing and strength to be stronger than the forces of the world pushing against you. Love is your concierge in life and your cornerman in the ring when you're fighting the world. Everything seems possible with it, when you find it/ have it. Adversely, when you don't have it, you hunger for more of "something" from life that will make your fight and struggle make sense. Some type of endorsement or shelter or relief. Some type of fulfillment beyond a successful career, great salary and it's accoutrements.We want to feel wanted and validated.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Arthur! Well stated indeed. One thing I love about written expression is the ways in which people interpret— what people visualize from the art of words.
DeleteThis poem was written from a threefold perspective:
1. As if speaking to someone about love
2. As if questioning God; the giver and creator of love
And, finally
3. As if speaking to love itself
The 3rd point is where I started but the more I wrote the more I realized I was speaking to the love of people, the love of God, and a love deep within myself.
In my opinion.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your thoughts Arthur
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