My Love Can’t Save You

Today begins National Poetry Month, and of course, I will have to take part by writing a poem a day. I hope that you will too.

Today’s poem is below:

My Love Can’t Save You

I agonized all day &
all night, trying to find the
words to say. It seems I
spent only a day trying to find
the words to explain
how much you mean to me.
But I promise it took so much longer.
I need you to know that I need you
to save yourself. For me.

You think the fact that I appeared
when you turned 15 means
I couldn’t possibly love you
like her, but I do. I love you
like the one who nursed you,
the one who cradled you
in her arms because while she
held you in her arms, I
cradled you in my thoughts &
nursed you with my prayers and
my belief in you. I knew you
before I met you because
we’re more alike than different.

But that’s not why I love you.
I’d love you even if you
did believe in fairy tales and if
you didn’t know how the ocean
hugs the shore, trying to wash
it away, fully. Or if you didn’t
know how to cover your pain
with a plastic, transparent, smile.
I love you just because. I love
the way your brown skin glistens,
reflecting beauty it’s not possible
to keep bottled within, hidden from
view. I love the way you
share words with me like the last
slice of bread split in half because
half is better than whole if whole will
remove the light from your eyes or your
smile, casting lifelong sized shadows
that will keep you away from me.
And I love the way you
placed your heart before me, knowing
I could just as easily
smash it as love it gently.

I love that you trusted me
to love you like you wanted to
love me. As you took hesitating
steps toward me, faltering steps,
like you once took for her,
you had to know I’d never
let you fall. Alone. I’ll always
be there to catch you. I’ll always
love you. Even if you choose to
sacrifice my love, leaving me empty.

So, I hope you choose not to
run away, but if you do,
being unable to choose to love me,
at least decide to choose you.
Save yourself while dancing on the
shores of life, ‘cuz one day I may
have to walk away, but I promise
I’ll never choose to throw our love away.
My love can’t save you, but it can
hold you up while you decide to take
faltering steps away from me.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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