LEARNING TO LOVE
amidst the broken doves
inside a temper throwing off a
train running toward the railing
you give up
so you can give in
learning to love inside
a tornado less forgiving
you search yourself
and see inside
take a glimpse with
baby eyes
broken pieces
and splintered fingers
hurt the deepest
but sharpen sights
everything makes up
for what you’re left with
and blessed be
the blessed few
learning to love
can be hard to do
we sing the songs
and write ‘em down
take a chance
take the paint off the clown
leave a message
dot the line
hold your breath
and wait on time