Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on how love changes us, challenges us, and sometimes quietly saves us.
Emotional writing about transformation through love and loss.

(Authors Note)

14. Her heart was eating her alive

Oh God, oh Mother, I pray to thee

Please

Help me

Poetry on the Margins #14 Aftermath

Why does it seem, in times like these,
that to love
is to die?

I still think
that the ability to love another is a gift,
and the ability to love once more
is even more of a gift.

And to love for a decade, or two —
is even a bigger gift.

Love transforms us.
It truly does.

For love doesn’t just come in “one size fits all” —
and sometimes, it does
hurt a little.

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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