When you’re willing to give every single last thing
You’ll give up your bargaining, your frantic insisting
You’ll disband the border controls, dismantle the
surveillance
And you’ll stop counting life in units of you
When you let life in
The door will open, and everything will hurt
so much that you’ll laugh helplessly
Open the door to love, and pain will come too
Open the door to pain, and love will inevitably follow
I love this poem and hope that it is true ! <3
ReplyDeleteGlad you love it, Olivia <3 All I can say is that it is true in my experience.
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