Canvas
Blank and holding breath
Brush
Holding paint... shaking
Idea
Projected from my mind
Fear
Holding my hand back

Breath
Taken in and exhaled
Blink
To steady my eyes
Stroke
Of hand and brush as one
Don't
Look back... just create.

I've never written of love, because until now, I've never been engulfed in its transcendence.
Enamored by the faint breath of a sleeping beauty.
Being assured without assurance.
Fire in the chest, and Ice on the toes.
Completely immobile, only jetting endlessly in the right direction.
Can this,
be real?

you are love
by the heart of your essence soul
you are love
by the way your honesty
could spark within you.
by the time you felt love,
whether it’s interest that got you
to build yourself out there,
whether clouds that shift
your head to the peaceful care of dreams,
or whether the sun
that makes you so bright
that people shine with you.
that’s how much,
you earn that love from you
because you deserve it
anyway
whether you do something
or not do anything about it.
love always goes from
yourself.
it always start from you,
you create it.
you believe it.
you admire it.
you lead it.
you take care of it.
and you love you,
for being real and kind.