Love, a title

Is it too much happiness
That makes us fragile?
Fearful of the ringing phone,
The knock on the door?
The silence.
Tied comfortably to you
Like a balloon to a branch,
I know which way the earth lies;
Sometimes I fear the wind,
The movement.
Loving too much can be scary:
One’s flesh grows around the anchor
That holds us in this life,
Makes the brightest afternoon dark,
The shadow.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Love, a title

  1. Lois Barrett Luke says:

    That kind of angst is the thief of so much joy. Well said.

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