Give it Time

Met with a disappointing, tainted view on the life lived,

greeted by chaos and heartbreak around every corner. 

Rubble and dust stand in the way of paved paths

so hurdles must be jumped and knees will be scraped. 

Destined to fail and fail again. A vicious, repetitive cycle: 

Try, fail. Try, fail. Try, fail. Until arms are shaking, foreheads sweating, 

and legs go limp. Hands can't hold on anymore. 

The falling has arrived. Endless hole, undiscovered by most.

A dark pit that after an eternity of falling teaches how to let go.

Eventually, a hand may grip a ladder or a foot might find the stairs.

The climbing takes forever but then the eyes can see the sun

for the first time in a long, long time. It hurts at first, 

terrifyingly bright and blinding. But then it is warm. 

Hearts thaw. Minds open. Darkness is broken. Letting go has become easy

but loving may still be hard as stone. Pillows still meet tears

as the moon is reunited with the stars. But, when the sun arises to

open eyes, the waves in them have long since dried. 

As the days carry on, two pairs of eyes seem to catch each other. 

Two hands teach themselves how to hold on. Two sets of lips 

learn to speak their own language. The hearts are connected for 

the rest of two entire lifetimes. Two fingers wear silver, 

one featuring diamonds, as a symbol of an unbreakable bond. 

The ocean still visits, dragging two lungs into the tide and

replacing the air with its water. But the hands have learned 

to hold on the same way they were taught to let go. 

The legs kick safely back to shore each and every time. 

Two wages are earned and a house becomes a home. 

A stomach begins to grow, forming a new life. Three souls become a family. 

Though the darkness still lurks, the light has finally learned how to shelter. 

~Give it time.