Girl, I'm gonna write you a love song
Spurred on; poetry brimming after months of sinning
And girl, you can live and breathe
and it's okay.
Heart, you are beautiful
and worthy
and true
And I'm glad I'm with you.
In fact, the truth is,
there's no place I'd rather be.
Only you can be you,
and that irrevocable delight
that is rejoiced over, sung over, danced over,
and saved.
Yella! That's the truth.
Freeze tag
No replays
Keeping truth at bay.
This is a love song, I guess, yes,
Though at first fawn I thought "love bears all things" meant something
Different.
That hook that sends me on flight as a savior into situations
Where I am again a victim
I need to validate this pain and name the stain;
Release the pattern, the familiar [familial] role play
The fatigue of doning combat fatigues
Of denying my body's dossier.
Owning a trauma response, a conditioning
Noticing and becoming present;
Awakening.