Sometimes
that stubborn ache,
That 'never
enough' hole in your middle
In the very center of you-
Never quite
dissolves
Even when you find yourself blindingly, maddeningly surprisingly joyful
at the way things seem to be unfolding unexpectedly right before your eyes.
And
maybe that can be a good thing, the way the emptiness claws at your heart and
tugs
Maybe it
pushes and prods you to be beyond.
Beyond
what you thought you could be or could do or deserved to have
Beyond regular. Beyond ordinary. Beyond beige.
Maybe
it’s the contented happy people that grow up mediocre, and those of us that had
that blood-metallic taste of loss in our mouths earlier than we thought we could,
that go on to great passions.
Because we demand it of ourselves.
And others.
Maybe we finally learned to.
source
sometimes.
sometimes.
loving fiercely
requires a little extra effort
