I read your words of your friend, to your friend,
my heart opened as if you danced in and formed in my mind to define love.
Awe...in the truth you stated.
The words so simple. Gentle
How we watch the ones we love struggle,
How that struggle attaches to us,
straining to wrap acceptance around a storm,
to understand the self inflected wounds,
twine that binds our human experiences.
The stinging wounds ,
Is the cavern of our emotions.
Once you have fallen in can be deep and jagged and scary.
A souls hidden passage to humanities pain.
The essence of ourselves stays true to our triumphs and failures, our love, our humility.
Hands are extended out to be pulled back
Our twine that binds and recovers us from the rocky cavern to the original point.
Love sees truth painful and real,
So real we understand and sympathize with it,
In the end we build our human elasticity and endurance with it. Pulling each back to one another in loves sweet embrace of forgiveness and understanding that everyone is always working on better versions of themselves.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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