Punch from the Heart.

Obliterated

by love

The gentle pink waves;

Pulse.

Shockingly strong.

Yet, gentle;

oh, no, don’t be soft

Too nice,

too much,

be strong.

A punch of pink waves.

Then, destroyed;

by love.

Their fearful hearts,

drenched in pink,

until;

nothing else exists.

Was that too soft?

Fools choose darkness,

never soft,

or pink,

Afraid.

Yet, they implode

No pink

That is soft;

weak, they say.

Yet, they shrink in their shadows;

no love.

Pink waves of ocean force;

break it all.

Collapsed.

In love.

The dark overcome,

so easy.

A foolish mistake,

to harden

no movement

no rush of pink from the heart.

Clever they feel;

oh, so brave and protected.

Frozen inside:

half dead on their stand.

I too believed:

soft is shameful,

weak,

and undesirable.

Pink doesn’t go well,

with self-preservation.

But then a tsunami.

Pink waves engulfed me.

I let go;

dismantled,

by sunset colors,

pulsating from the heart.

Nothing left.

But love;

strength and movement.

Can it reach you?

and take down the shadows;

leaving you bare.

Nothing;

but love.