Love's Changing Faces

At 10 years old,
Love was my mother's eyes
It was tucked away in her radiant smile
The curves of her melanin face
Giving in to the simple joys in life.

At 12 years old,
Love was delicious story books
It was the smell of new books
The ink crawling in aligned alphabets
Calling on my curious soul.

At 14 years old,
Rahab stole my heart
Just like the one in the good book
I followed her shadow close
Hoping it would get less confusing.

At 15 years old,
Love was cruelly taken away from me
Death visited shrouded in a drizzling morning
To carry with it a free spirit
That used to guide my lost one home.
t 17 years old,
Love was a responsibility
It was a move to give in to the society
Till I was served ice on my broken
Bottling the unspoken.

At 23 years old,
Love translated to insurmountable pain
It was a continuous ripping pain
Choking me from the inside
Like an invisible arthritic hand.

At 30 years old,
Love was distant rumours
Fading from the high ice walls
Surrounding my cold deliberating heart
Taking with it the warmth of my face.

At 33 years old,
Love was younger than me
It was lust lurking in smoke tasting lips
Whispering to my hormones dirty things
While getting high at 4 in the morning.

At this shook age,
Love is more elusive than anything
It is seductively packed in the wrong souls
Calling to my disappoiointed sf
From every misread kind move.


Looking to walk back into poetry and prose like I never left :)
Cross Posted.

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What a rich and thought-provoking piece! Thank you so much for sharing. โค

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05.11.2019 14:33

It's those pieces born out of other reads and single lines. It's unedited even!

Thank you for the kind words always. You have been missed ๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒบ

05.11.2019 14:58

It's unedited and raw - I like it. Thank you! I still pop up every now and then. ๐Ÿ˜Š

05.11.2019 15:00

Drop some poetry while you are at it. I miss your soul's rumblings ๐Ÿ˜Š

05.11.2019 16:33

I have had a similar path and broken has meant reevaluating love and others who I thought I knew. The path to trust is long and twisted when it first is demolished, but love is still in you having first been planted. Beautiful testament.

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06.11.2019 00:19

I am a feeling person so I know how far away the path to trust is right now for me. Wading my way towards it as hard as I can.

Thank you ๐Ÿ’•

06.11.2019 03:33

Hugs @tezmel. I know that journey. Sending courage and peace your way.

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