Belief
is a prerequisite to triumph
to victory.
And
Time,
to healing.

When you put both together it can all come
Full circle
like some of the greatest astronomical bodies in space;

Big
Beautiful
Brave

like you.

and when you Believe in order to pursue Victory
remember:
The victory is getting Better.
Being
you.

They – you – asked her: what’s got you down?
You asked her. You did. She never said.
The stories that she had retold over and over
never echoed through your ears.
She pulled cotton wool over your eyes
And she was safe this way.

And, see, you
left too.

It’s just you didn’t leave with that part of her.
She gave you everything

but her.

And the truth is she does this with all of them.
Even her
self.

Because it’s easier to be construed as nothing important
than a beautiful beast, broken.

So many lines and laments
scribed in ink and feeling,
for the girl who is the ocean

but she is a swell and surge
too dauntless and wild,
for a lover whose bones crave the shore.

She craves the squalls and gusts,
and cast iron skies,
a worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
the deep pull of currents in her blood.

She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
her bones belong to the sea
but she will always return to the shore.

Don't be scared, Love;
show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
and maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
and make you go insane.