Saturday, July 7, 2012

Breaking Open

My heart is breaking open,
and as it breaks, 
there is only love.

Only love feeds me.
Only love fuels me.

I've lived my whole life on adrenaline,
or some such fuel.
But now it's gone, depleted.
It had a shelf life ... apparently.

The resources of my youth:
my willpower,
the drive,
the buck-up-and-forge-ahead ...
all gone.

I reach for it,
but it's not there.
I reach again, 
but it hurts.

So I let it break.
I let it break open.
And all that's left ...

is love.


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