Bleed

Love is the essence

For which my heart bleeds

The balm, salve, and medicine

That society needs

To heal the evils

We face daily

Seeking reprieve

Begging for guidance

As we ask questions from bent knees

Two times a day and some days three

Those days when lungs constrict;

When we endeavor to breathe;

When vision becomes blurry;

When you don’t find what you seek;

When outcomes go from rosy to bleak;

When you drop to the bottom;

When you fall from the top,

From the peak;

When you lose those plush surroundings

And find yourself out on the street.

Those are the days when love gives you endurance

Those are the days when love brings reassurance

Those are the days when love matches ‘Done’ with ‘Said’

Those are the days when you find reasons to find smiles

For those reasons you bled.

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