What is it that connects us?
Is it love,
or our pain.
The eyes of fractured souls
Hold so much
of both.
What is it we see
in each other?
Questions,
or answers.
There truly is no place
For the heart
The soul
To be safe
Not even inside
where you believe
were hidden.
Truth can never hide to those
with sight.
Tears falling like burning ash
Upon the grounds
washed away by lies.
Once closed
The heart is not worth opening
For there is only pain
And hurt
That no separation can heal.
In truth we all learn
It is this pain of love
That makes us love so intensely the next.
What we push away
We want so very much to embrace.
What ends, allows for new beginnings
And what new begins
Inevitably ends.
Love
Is defined in a poem
That cannot be writ.
No matter the pains inside
We all
Endlessly
 search for it.