She takes mouthfuls of love from a bottomless spoon,
Watching it settle in a sunken bowl of deep desire, deep nourishment, deep feeling,
A refusal to let in the goodness of what used to consume her,
In fear of it spoiling as soon as it touches her lips, her being, anything that is her,
The sweet scent of a rose will keep her going,
It will tie her up in an imaginative world of curiosity; thirsty for knowledge, fearful of action.
But she’ll treasure her beauty, with the tight grip of control, with an inability to make mistake, an inability to reveal the heaviness beneath a mask of unscathed innocence.
And she’ll dance carelessly with roses at her feet,
Never feeling the burn of the thorns tearing her vessel,
Never feeling the vulnerability that invites a heart opening sever,
Never healing deeply.
About the Creator
Georgia Hayden
@connectiontolove
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