My love thing

I have this little love thing.
A light shines from inside.

My family cherished it and loved it for most of my childhood.
Making it my responsibility when I grew up.

When I met you, my love thing shown so bright it blinded me.
I knew this had to mean something good.

So I handed you my love thing shining bright with love.
I gave it with a childlike trust.

Knowing you would understand the preciousness of the cargo given.

You placed it on your shoulder like a stripe or badge on a uniform.


In my blindness from the light of my love thing
I could not see the left over shadows of the previous love things on your shoulder.

Each time you came back from being out in the world
my love thing looked more damaged and scarred

Come to find you had allowed other women to stomp the love thing
along with the times you did not want to be bothered with it and
you left it alone and dying by itself until you came back to pick it up.

The light from my love thing still shown bright enough to have me blind. So I would ask you to help me fix the damage to my love thing.

You would say yes to help but as we attempted to heal it on your shoulder, the attempts were futile.

Meanwhile, I held your hollow love thing close, one that you claimed had been through many battles and that was why no light inside. It sucked the goodness from me slowly and selfishly.

One day I had nothing more to give your love thing and my love thing had been scarred so badly the light barely shown out. Unblinding me and showing that I had to give your love thing back to you and take mine from you.

I delicately tried to piece the torn and broken shell of my love thing back together. Leaving scars that hide some of the light from shinning out.

After several shoulder trips the scars are so deep that very little light can shine through now stopping me from being blinded ever again.

Now the love thing stays with me, as I work to heal the many scars which block the light of the love I have to give which burns as bright as ever inside.

I have healed enough for those who are close to me to feel the light of the love coming out of the love thing but it has not been given away again.

Next time, if there is a chance of one, my love thing will be held close to the heart and protected and cherished or it will not be given.

I have this little love thing and despite the best efforts to stop it.

A light shines from inside.


BC 06/11/11

I see your light

I see you

ohhhhhh i see ......

Thanks Lady, Art and LA.

This actually woke me up at 4 in the morning and I wrote it down. I must have been dreaming of something huh?

I did not work on it at all (as you can probably tell) just wrote it down and typed it on here.

What is this called, free hand writing?

Let that light shine...