Real

Try to remember love is real.

Why, when tired, is all you feel?

Cry, thought I drained my deepest wells.

Ride all the waves, heard the words that time will tell.

Shame was in the way, like an unseen curse, paved a narrow path as I climbed upon the horse,

waved a hollow wave as I rode to other shores, stayed until the wave moved by force.

Continue to listen while stepping through the sludge.

A moment of awareness, expressing as a nudge.

To view with gentle heart what used to be a grudge.

Trying to remember the last meal.