You confessed that death equals love
pain equals love. You are alone.
Suffering solitary confinement for life
with shadows of who you dreamed of being
reflected in the mirrors of their burgeoning souls
warming your icy skin with alien affection
you won’t afford to give yourself.
As you stare at the distortion created by the bottle,
that screams generations of return,
understand that love does not equal pain
or loss or abandonment or unnecessary sacrifice
or lies, deception, theft, loss of integrity
or tears of begged forgiveness forgotten immediately
when the other “Lady” comes knocking
with sharp shaved heads, steaming lips,
and nothing but broken promises.
You select the path. You get to choose now.
It will not be long before it will no longer be your choice.
It will be out of your hands. Choose now.
Your neighbor? Her choice is going to be staring her in the face real soon!
“Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived” Rev. Tim TenClay