On this particular Tuesday morning between the hours of 2:00am and 4:00am my body refused to sleep. I was restless. My brain wrestling with my heart to try to make sense of what my world had become when a poem just fell from me - there is no other way to describe it (believe me, I sat here trying to find a less crazy way to put that- I just couldn't). I do not regularly write poetry; I cannot even think of the last time I had thought to do so. Sure, I would categorize myself as a creative (I'm human, aren't we born creatives?) but, poetry was an unfamiliar avenue that I had never really held a road map to. But, on that early, cold morning, my feelings needed a new place to live, and that was the shape they took. I had no choice in the matter, really.
What a simple, revolutionary idea: we only have control over the love we give. And that love should be given freely and without conditions on others. This shift in the framework of my mind attached a buoy my heart on the dark waters of heartbreak and helplessness. It gives me reason to smile, even with the undertones of a bruised heart.