No long article today, didn’t have the time as there was real work that pays the bills to be done. New poetry, though!
Had a conversation with a friend yesterday. I was being supportive but truthful. He wasn’t exactly happy with me but I wanted to tell him I care in the only way I can, honesty.
I told him I love him and care about him multiple times, regardless how angry he may feel at my words. He didn’t walk away from the conversation and we ended it on, I feel, really good terms.
I got to thinking about how often I use the word love, which is quite often. I love to use the word, and I mean it when used. This is about being more free with the use of the word love. The kind of difference I think that can make.
A word held so close to the chest,
it’s as if it was directly in tune,
with your heart’s,
What if we didn’t hold it so close?
Sure, a higher chance of being morose, romantically —
what if we toss that stance,
Love of family and friend,
let it be free,
allow it to support,
give it a lend.
There’s a lot more can be done with a kind hand,
You just might find in due time,
if you give love a send,
darkness you may mend.
Thank you for reading.