Love

Here’s something about love that I cannot get. 

How am I able to steam so much lightness, 

And still, struggle to accept, 

Even the oddest expression of kindness. 

Why is it that I long to share, 

Blowing sparkles in people’s spheres, 

Unconditional care, 

And inspiring them to do something similar. 

Yet I shut off, dazzled, 

When the wind brings the glitters back, 

They strike a closed hurled, 

Stuck in a one-sided track. 

Because love is ephemeral. 

It gracefully arrives,

Filling my soul with sunshine, 

And in a split second into thin air, away it flies. 

Because love can hurt a lot. 

When it’s abruptly done. 

Remains in the plot,

Emptiness, melancholy and disillusion. 

Because receiving love means being vulnerable. 

My own source of light isn’t enough,

And I might need something external, 

To glow more luminous. 

Because love requires trust. 

To rely on others emotions, 

Welcoming whatever is a must, 

Hoping that it won’t be used against my ambitions. 

So for this new year’s resolution, 

I swear to make it my mission. 

To accept love with an open heart, 

As long as it lasts. 

To take part in a sincere dance, 

Of dynamic stances. 

To regard weakness as strength, 

And allow others to participate in my growth. 

And to have faith in humanity, 

The people in my life aren’t here to hurt me.