by Carl Walker
My love said to me, "Oh, I love you, please love me."
I said to my love, "I will, i will, I will love you."
then i said to myself,
in a voice so low only those with ears to hear could hear it, "i will love you as long as loving you eases my pain at my not loving ME."
Oh pain, I fear it
Oh pain, I flee it
I said to Pain, "Oh Pain, you cruel master, you are my ruler."
In a cry in my wilderness I wept, "How can I break your prison chains of pain? Who will help me?"
Love said in a soft voice of death, which i pheaared, "to be free: seek not your own life, flee not your own death, embrace another's pain, minding not your own sorrows."
Through many trials and struggles I translated the mystical message that Love had sent me.
My Love said to me, "Oh, I love you, please love me."
I said to my love, "I can, i can, I can love you."
and love is finding a home in me in the nest where pain once ruled.
Author's Note: we don't usually think of ourselves as having a truncated capacity to love
Posted on 09/01/2002
Copyright © 2021 Carl Walker
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/19/03 at 04:02 PM|
This is true.... we don't often, and often it is our own limiting of ourselves that keeps us from loving with that raw wild wonder of the child. *soft smile*