
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.
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.

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