I am home from picking the boys up from their Nana’s house. My Love and…
Empty
this heart of mine is filled with holes
who knew carrying so much
emptiness could be so heavy
so consuming
but the emptiness is here
i would show it to you
but the only ones who see
are the only ones who desire
and the only ones who desire
are the only ones who volunteer
they look when i ask them
they look when i don’t ask them
they choose
they choose love
they choose me
and here i am
still
riddled with love-shaped craters the size of galaxies
toting burdens the size of celestial bodies
striving to plug these holes with
anger
anxiety
envy
impatience
i wear these on my being like a modern day Atlas
suddenly i see
these replacements are empty as i am
products of false evidence appearing to be reality
but now the choice is mine
either i choose to see or i remain blind
either i choose life or i choose to die
either i choose love or i choose to be afraid
but one thing for sure
in order to choose love for myself and others
i must choose me
because
I was never empty
after all
I am LOVE
***
loving others
is impossible
without first choosing
to love ourselves.
to love ourselves
is to love others;
to love others
is to love ourselves.
to love
is
to love
everything.
choose love.
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