her universal headspace
She looked to the stars above
With an aching heart tonight
“God, it hurts. It really hurts.”
Liquid diamond caressed her face
As it sparkled under the sky.
“Help me to do your will,”
The wind was a gentle hug
A warm embrace of a Father.
“For your promise is worth the wait.”
I don’t know if it’s good
or bad that I am used to you.
Your presence comforts me.
Your words make me cringe with delight.
Your effort to make everything alright.
My day ends and starts with you,
From Sunday to Tuesday through.
Wednesday to Saturday,
I just make do.
My hope is that
One day when this cycle ends,
You can still be
my best friend.
One
Love = me – how it’s like to feel alone
When it was my comfortable
Two
Love (shown)
I know what love can look like
Three
Love = patience; waiting has flowered my barren garden with much more joy than I could ever ask for
Four
Love+me> me
Love when you challenge my capacity to embrace love
Five
hurt = 0
Love when it doesn’t hurt me
Six
Love mxltxplxes not d|v|des
Seven
Given
love = God,
God = love,
then why you+me ≠ love?
Are we
wrong
about
Love?
JAN ANNE 