Random Thoughts


I have loved before
and it went away
I healed, and I grew

I have loved again
and it went away
I can heal, I will grow

Growing does not mean putting a
box around that which hurt me, which reminds me
the turned head of cowardice

It means owning more of
myself tomorrow
more to share and
more to be

Healing does not mean building a
wall up against that which pains me, which grieves me
the callused wound of fearfulness

It means opening more of
myself tomorrow
more to give and
more to feel

I will love some more
and will it end?
I don't know, for sure

But I have loved, and I have healed, and I have grown
what more is there to say?
I will love again.


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© Huw Powell

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