It occurs to me on cold black mornings
that every connection has started with the same fuel.
A combustion of desperation, fear, alcohol, and determination.
Those few ingredients can drive a heart only so far,
before the entire proposition clutters to a stop.
Not with the graceful arrival of a bird or the soft settling of a fall brown leaf.
More like the crashing of an idea that just never had enough to make it work.
Never enough passion.
Never enough dedication.
Never enough honesty.
Love can make magical things happen,
it can defy the rules of physics--time--logic-- of sanity.
It can drive the power of the possible forth from a burning home where somehow--
It can bring out the happy ending with the slamming doors and teary nights said all else was lost.
It can push a person to greatness even when their doubts and fears make the sky so black
they can't even see their insides.
I know I have said the word.
I know I have heard the word.
But sometimes I have to wonder,
have I lived the word?
(c) Christopher Blake Carver-- 2017
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