I was born into the world to love it.
To love my mother, father, siblings, and the trees, the sky, the rain.
When I discovered I couldn’t love my mother because her heart was closed
the love transmuted into “fuck you” .
It is a revelation to understand the darkness, the heaviness,
as what becomes of thwarted love.
The other day violence was renounced in me by some intelligence
that got through my ego
eliminating my right to contempt and derision.
I had never imagined that wanting to hurt another being,
was light turned dark for lack of expression.
That it is all a corruption of love.
Criticism, judgment, gossip, meanness, sarcasm, bitterness
All love’s lost voice, lost touch, lost embrace.
This renunciation, a gift of grace,
and angels who refuse to give up on me,
leaves only love, a softened heart, grief for lost years
and a chance to fall in love again,
with the world.
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