Love is what gets you killed
How will you gather yourself now?
How will you hold yourself in place?
How will you heal the blisters on your heart?
Or the bruises on your face?
Or your soul as it cries…
Of its grace that has been misplaced.
And of the love
That it yearns
The one that it has been denied…
How will you silence it?
And the promised future that has been ripped away?
How will you brighten it?
Love will make you fly
Either like an eagle across the sky
Or like the cremated ashes of your heart while it beats still. Alive.