C. Hill

Words Don't Come Easy . . . C. Hill

In the strength of your stance There is but a solemn weakness . . . This thing we all grieve for one way or another. It is what fashions us together. Cleverly knitted within each woven thread, There is a piece of us all. In the midst of this presence we seem to forget . . . But Love . . . True Love ceases to remember Our flaws, mistakes, regrets, failures, tears, fears, Heartaches & the time we have carelessly wasted . . . With this endless boundary you can never fall out of Love Because IN LoveYour solemn weaknesses becomes the strength of your stance& in that we can rejoice . . . Even if words are few or have lost value, Whether they are giving birth or creating chaos It can be justified with purpose . . . Not to our own understanding . . . Here I stand exposed & delicately composed. A gentle kiss rests upon my lips Giving me the freedom to dream big, dig deep, To drink well from this cup of good intentions . . . But beneath the surface Things rarely seen are not released without sacrifice or pain & not always pleasing Like Love . . . WORDS Don't COME Easy . . .