OctPoWriMo- Day 9- Love
There are some loves society loves
And others it loves to hate
Lesbian, other worldly
Love feels different from what we think
Sneaks up on us
Wraps us in a warm fuzzy shawl
Protects us from ourselves.
Hearts alone do not love
Our entire bodies do
From the miles we walk for loves
To the food we produce.
No, I don’t love you all the time
When you mirror me, yes
When you surprise me with your you-ness, yes
Adding all that
‘Tis more than all time.
Love can burn out
When a spark of something new
Is added to an old fire.
Your mind may fight your heart
Tell you now you aren’t worth it
Do yourself up
So it falls in love with you again.
We have many loves
Which sometimes collide
In the bumping cards ride of life.
Poetry has always helped me cohere my thoughts, and this one is no different. Love is an old theme, but we experience it anew everyday, as we change, as our identities morph. From the love we have for our parents, to friends, to spouses, to being parents in turn ourselves, thus completing the cycle- love changes us.
A four letter word that society constructs, we imbibe it through media, which sometimes distorts our understanding of it. Only when we experience it ourselves do we know it, and by then it is sometimes too late.