In the very light of a magnificent sunrise
I reflect on the very reason we love?
and when we love
well, it\'s not always sunshine and strawberries is it?
sometimes the skies are yellow
and in a twist of fate
death can be the one true very cruel divider
love can be grief wrapped up in a bow
disguised as something that we think we crave?
we think we need and we hold onto
all the while being the very thing
that stops us from being who we really are
love, can take us to the top of a mountain
and it can also leave us under an avalanche
be it mud, rocks and even a whole forest
of trees perhaps?
painfully broken, suffocating, in the dark
but still in the world in which I live…
it is still love.