The past can make it so easy to relapse

not because of the past itself

but

running away from it

and burying it in the subconscious,

hiding it away and letting it silently

fest fest fest.

Is what causes you to be haunted.

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Pain;

A raging sore, a deep wound, an eternal scar,

just wants to be felt; acknowledged.

So I try not, to ignore it

when I see the marks of the past; knives

digging into the valves of my heart; pain

even when it comes back

strong and hard and fighting

like a hurricane

carrying me away under water

suffocating the freedom in my punctured lungs

I will not let it destroy me.

—-

Its not because I am weak that I struggle with it

but the brain is strong; be aware...

For thoughts can make you a victim of your own mind

though I hope
there will be a time when

healing, that miraculous God-sent healing is at the end.

When

you stop ignoring the past

and instead start loving those broken pieces, the shame you felt,

the fear that crippled

and realise

it will soon ease, soon melt away, soon diminish

and you’ll remember

**pain has no authority to hurt

I'm a student of love.
Teach me the truth
that is absent
from much hearts.

Enlighten me
on matters of
passion, deep affection,
sincere love and genuine care.

Misplace my vision isn't.
Illusion had not washed
my eyes
with unrealistic observation.

So what if I-
stripped away the imperfection
of your being and gaze-
gaze upon the flawlessness
of your character?

I'm not lost to inane affection
Rather I'm seeing you
in the true state of love
my queen...

holding nothing
that is spotted
to my lovers pureness of love.

Do teach me, my love.
Please!
don't think I've been bitten
by naive's fang.

Trust me!
Poisonous flattery
is not flowing
through my veins;

thus infecting my tongue
with foolish words to say....
You are perfect....
full stop!

Why, should I say otherwise?
Are you not?
My eyes sees no error
cause love cured me.

Failure to be consistently
who you are
has nothing to do
with you being a being

but my failure
to look deeper to see...
It is I
who have viewed you
with a shallow love
and weak appreciation.

Love in itself is perfect
Though we are not
It remains unblemish
That same love that exist in us.

® André Pinnock
  April 07th, 2014