I will not be shamedfor loving as much as I am able.
Your “too much” perhaps.. my “barely enough".
I will not be hurt because your heart had no room for me.
I walked in full hearted. I have walked out fuller still.
Can you not see it spilling from my eyes that which I had to take back with me?
I will not have your sympathy for the humanity of my painful redirection. There are no bruises on my forehead.
Who needs a head tilted to one side when a dance in the end zone is in order?
Applause is better and right and honoring.
How dare you assume my vulnerability when for me to love Like this…. Like the tide rising Like a dog panting Like a cat wailing And a woman head back laughing is to embody the fullness of my strength.
I do not want your sympathy when I am not at all hurt but so ripe on the vine.
I am not at all bruised but softened to sweetness.
And always a table set and a door open. a bed well made, and a laugh to carry You up and up and free.
Yes, girl. Love like a maple tree Tapped.