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16 April 2015

April 16: Loving, & how

I'm afraid
that too many people equate
growing up 
with forgetting 
how to love
innocently
shamelessly
bigly. Wisdom is not always
kindness, & well, intelligence
definitely not always wisdom.

I'm afraid
that I too am not able
to love like the ocean.
Not perfectly, contained
in all the right boxes, but
big. wide. liquidly. 

I want my loving to be
the colour of the sky, &
as shamelessly willing 
to cover the world. I can
forgive myself for not loving
the right people the right way
the right amount the right time:

but I will never forgive myself
for not loving strangers enough
not giving enough birthday cards
flowers poems hugs notes & smiles.

I'd hate to be afraid
because people around me are afraid.
I'd like to love fearlessly even if I am
loved fearfully. I'd like to love bigly,
always. innocently & shamelessly,
no matter how old or cynical I get.

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