Love
The ultimate emotion
One that is over complicated by the populous
"It's the hardest thing you'll ever do"
"You're never sure if you do somedays"
"It hurts"
Neither of those are true
Love is not the hardest thing
Its as easy as breathing
When you feel it, its finite and you don't question it
Even if emotions can be a mystery to you
Love is always a constant
Love is not painful
Its the most beautiful thing
It does not harm
Harmful things are sometimes claimed to be done in the name love
But if they hurt, then its not love.
Love is unquestionable
If you feel it, you won't question it.
You'll know in your gut its true.
If someone says "Loving you is hard sometimes"
Then odds are they don't love you as much as they claim
If the love you feel only garners nothing but pain
Then it may not be love after all
If you are unsure you love a person, if you say "I think I do"
Then you don't.
Because loving someone is as easy as can be.
Pretending to is hard.

Our pain is for a purpose,
Though it  may seem to hurt us,
It makes the days seem so long.
Life's course is unforgiven,
Survivors, we're still living,
You got to be strong
(As the hurt goes on).

Sometimes,
I feel
so unforgiven;
My mind
Has freed,
Leaving me killing (self harm, tho).
My sanity, no longer me, but more,
What are my people for?

Scrambled thoughts,
Emotional malfunction.
No more reality,
All I have is perception.
Never wanted to be a source of pain,
Don't want to be the chains.

It happened one day, once long ago-
But little did these children know,
Just who it was to visit them-
Twas not an enemy; but twas a friend.

The sky lit up with holy light,
The children concerned at such a sight,
Yet, "Fear not",tis what was said-
And instead wonder replaced their dread.

And this message proved quite simple indeed,
For Our Lady needed to plant a seed,
To pray the rosary;twas the request,
For all:this would prove to be a test.

But tis a warning Our Lady gave,
To those saying the rosary-they'd be saved,
But to those the rosary they didn't pray-
A war would not be far away.

Today this message still applies,
To all Catholics far and wide,
One day this premonition we'll see
Only through prayer and rosary will we be free!

O wind, take this leaf and bring it to her,
See the lovely rhymes and sing it to her.

A quarter-life is twenty years,
Forty marks a half,
In forty years you’ll be a stone,
With a stick-on epitaph.

“She was a force of nature,
Brave and bold and bright!”
They’ll say - who never knew you -
As you’re borne into the night.
When really you were old and tired,
And didn’t care to fight.

i hope you’re reading this
with your toes in the sand
melt into the ocean
with skin sun-kissed and tanned

i hope you’re reading this
with joyous sun filled eyes
every grain of sand is
reason to be alive

i hope you’re reading this
as the sun slips way down
the water sighs with nightfall
a day you did not drown

s.s