木曜日, 7月 17

I am

Torn.
Between giving and withholding.
Frustrated unknowing.
Grasping for,
craving for-
balance.
Desire.
Anger from
questions without
answers,
actions without assurance.
Joy,
in simplicity.
Warm tendernesses.
Unrestrained-
smiles.
And laughter.
Free, uninhibited
happiness.
Whole.
Because my own humanity
creates boundaries,
for undiscovered
love.
I am torn.

1 件のコメント:

匿名 さんのコメント...

Mi querida,
The picture is a mirror of the poem...a schism down the center but with rose petals harmonizing, unifying, softening the divide. Your thoughts are so beautiful, and from deep in your heart. Thanks for sharing.
Love, Mum