The way I love Has Yet to be reciprocated. My love language? A dialect no one speaks. My head's underwater. No snorkels allowed. I wade in a sea of My own ill-gotten tears. The pain? Seemingly beyond my threshold. Yet, I still love the way I love. I refuse to let my heart harden. For there are few things in this life Stronger than a docile heart. A heart that loves so easily. Yet begs itself, Pleads with itself, Blood curdling cries Highlighting the desire to take That love BACK for itself. For it's beauty has been worn. The substance of it laced with hurt. It's unfair! But it SO can be repaired. It's pliability makes it malleable. Giving, The Potter, free reign To breathe life into me, While my wounded heart lay in repair. Spinning the clay-like organ As I journey along Protected. On a divine ventilator, Waiting. The vitality of my vessel spins Between the loving hands of, The Truth. Every indentation, Every impression, Made love to so sweetly, So passiona
I have been battling a weakened immune system most of my life. And for well over a decade, I've been ill with Late Stage Lyme Disease, but having just been diagnosed, April 2013. Now, USUALLY, I don't like to share my business BUT I'm finding I'm not the only one living a life filled w/ pain. So follow me and better understand my tale of the sheer unnecessary! Whether you can learn/relate OR even get a laugh or two out of this, it's DEF worth the read... ENJOY THE RIDE!!!... somebody has to;)