I am sorry for falling off the face of the earth this week. Depression has been rearing its ugly head, as it tends to do; no particular trigger this time, but simply one of those weeks. As it is, I've been struggling slightly to keep up with all of my IRL commitments, so I hope you'll forgive me if blogging fell to the wayside.
Here is a poem for you, though, as some kind of respite from the storm brewing inside. Inspired by Anita Ofokansi's gorgeous "Love, Gravity, and Other Forces"; I have been wanting to write a poem based off of this piece for quite some time, so I'm glad I finally got the chance to do so.
This one is titled Rabbit Love, Lion Love. As always, I would be so happy to hear your thoughts & comments. I will see you doves on Monday... & here's to what will hopefully turn out to be a better week. xx
Rabbit Love, Lion Love
my love is a thing that breathes. it walks. it is hungry and too scared to ask for seconds. my love does not want to be an in-between. it loses my keys and my heart in equal measure. my love tumbles headfirst on accident and then watches its step next time. my love is a times new roman double-spaced research paper on the heart rate of a boy who does not know how to love it back. it is still learning how not to be the smoky-soft apology I’ve almost given thirty-one times before. my love is the dawn-time buzz of too much coffee and a good morning text. my love keeps laughing long after everybody else has stopped. love like a skinned knee. love like a too-short thunderstorm. love like the first time I said yes and meant it. my love tumbles headfirst off the playground swings on purpose. my love is a revolution. nothing more and – it is learning – certainly nothing less.