You repeatedly gave me red flags And I took them each time With a smile, As if they were flowers. I chose to look for green lights, And in that way, I guess, I broke my own heart.
I am not the hatred in your eyes but the gaze of understanding I am not the back you turn on me but the embrace of compassion I am not the rejection in your tone but the gentle voice of acceptance I am not the wounding of your words but the bandages to heal them I am not your prison of unworthiness but the freedom in belonging I am not the poverty in your jealousy but the abundance of admiration I am not the blindness of your limiting fears but the insight into your infinite love