Life has hurt; but I am coming to understand why.
Past my stomping foot, my infantile tantrums and piteous self woe.
Each beat within my ruptured chest aches, not just for me but for every soul I’ve touched-
– Or has touched me.
I feel you, and I sense you long to feel me.
I give what I can, I give myself as deeply as I am able; I give until I break and then I ascend, only to give again.
Soar and glide again.
Because I love you, each and every one of you; and god damn it hurts.
Hurts so fucking good.
Eyes linger and hearts palpitate in unison. A parade of half blind wayward children; cast astray. I with the brave (or exceptionally foolish) dawning the front lines-
-no less wounded only slightly more willing-
Feeling.-sorrow, joy, a delirious mixture of the two-
Because I love you; and the only thing that hurts worse than that is trying not to.
My adoration may be sweet, or fierce; nurturing or caustically harsh; but it will always be truthful-
-Ive learned from the best.
So dance with me, cry out with me, live with me in absoluteness; with full knowledge of our burden/tribute: significance, our ecstatic shattered grace, our shifting shadows and elegant lightness; the appetent avenues they weave-
Walk them with me, I will stand guard-
Clearing the tattered and overgrown pathways-
Baring the bruises and battered casualties of the leadership I’ve been gifted.
Because I love you, and it is the only option I could ever possibly fathom.
It is just me.