Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Love is .

when finding yourself being pierced

by the stinger of rejection

rather than declaring war

"Fire bomb every abrasion!"

you gently remove the thorn,

set it aside

where it will do no

harm to anybody,

even yourself,

and when the wound

burns and your ego

aches with fear and pain,

you tell yourself,

"No worries.

You've got this.

Easy peasy.

Piece of cake."


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