Love entered,
Through an open window.
I grasped it with intensity,
I uncovered its possibilities.
For a brief break in time,
It was fierce,
Intense,
Limitless.
Love shot out of my heart through
A broken window.
Leaving me,
Broken.
I pick up each sharp piece,
One by one,
Careful,
Intact,
Each shard
An emotion.
With the passing of time,
The window is intact.
The window is open
And once again,
No longer broken.
Poem by Ann Ivy Male.
Image by David Spence.
