I lunge after love like a broken winged bird
Pleading for the aid of that calm inner voice
A faceless lover surrenders compassion
I draw her a form to fill a small role
Safe in my mind during mortal turbulence
Her essence confined to a fragile cocoon
Living through bond of pleasure and pain
Together we evade the jaws of apathy
A thorn in my side left from coming of age
Promising reward for surviving trials
Sharing a drink of my sorrow without protest
Absorbing my rage with maternal purpose
Angelic through natural imperfection
Naïve inside of her folded wings
Have I fallen in love with pain?
Or have I realized that pain is love?
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.