Love
Love is a simple thing,
but we complicate it.
We muddy it up with doubt and fear.
Doubt in ourselves.
Doubt in others.
Fearing what could happen
rather than enjoying what is happening.
People say it’s hard to love.
I think it’s harder to be loved.
We see people who love us
and we ask, “why?”
We think to ourselves,
“I don’t deserve this great thing.”
“What if I mess this up?”
“Why would they love me?”
We throw rocks and dirt into the crystal pool of love,
then call it confusing.
But we’re the ones that made it so.
(2014)
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