We Give
You are smaller than you used to be.
Did the world consume to much of you?
Did it wear away at the outside of your soul,
searching with desperation
dragging it's soiled nails along your chest
in a quest for your heart?
The heart that loves freely,
beating for everyone it meets,
tethering you together for all time,
like the sun and the moon
forever following each other
around the world.
One unforgivably cold,
the other radiating warmth,
a constant light shining
in the harsh darkness.
Are you tired?
We can trade places,
I can be the light now.
This poem is about:
My family