Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
I would be reborn
And live it all again.
Avoid mistakes, regrets. Forsake,
The circumstance that made me
Who I am.
Who would I be?
Not painted, tarnished, scared, or tattooed
The only blemish, I do not regret is you.
A lovely scar that I can never give up.
The only scar given that did not corrupt.
How I wish to be clean;
But fear to wash away
The scar you gave, the gift you made;
If I lived again, I would have stayed.
No matter the price,
Whatever the cost,
Without you, I am completely lost.
Reborn by C.B. Cooper
a simple bottle of shells
within that deep place of jagged, raging grief
I also find healing for –
the apple tree,
morning coffee-time on the deck,
guitars I bought – not for me,
the songs I couldn’t sing – for you,
the tsunami’s of losses I couldn’t prepare for,
the love I couldn’t earn,
the lessons I have learned.
I feel this stitching of the busted seams
pulling these ragged edges together.
A few of the broken pieces
of my soul
mending as the salt water falls,
making room for something new.
This is not the end,
maybe not much in the grand plan,
more must be felt,
more must be laid bare
and wrapped in the tender, loving light
Yet I know,
as spring comes to April,
sun breaks through the shadowed window
and finds some room
to grow new flowers
in my heart
Borrowing Benefits by Amy Lloyd