Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a reflection on the courage it takes to love, and the way love reshapes us every time.

(Authors Note)

19. Acceptance

But mother,

Can you not see

He makes my heart sing

My fingers dancing on the keys of an old

Dusty

Pianoforte,

Out of tune

And I keep hitting the wrong notes

But my heart hums

And perhaps, I am

A Jester of love

But love

I do

Poetry on the Margins #19 I do

To love is courageous, and to admit it even more so.

To feel —
there’s something humanly imperfect, and yet
beautiful, in it.

And to think that we don’t choose
who we love —
love just
comes to us —
is one of the most profound spectacles
of being alive.

And we can love again,
and again,
and again,
and again —

and yet,
never the same.

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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