In the maelstrom
I always hear a voice asking
“Will you close yourself to love?
When the pain is too much will you let it open you?
Or will you turn your face away and choose
The tiny withering of the heart
That can someday lead to full soul death?”
Should I reject a love that is imperfect?
Or should I embrace
love, all forms of love
Without attachment to outcomes
Merely loving fully?
I choose love
A love that will shine like a star for only a month
Is no less joyful to me than a love
that will burn softly for a long time.
In the timeless spaces
Between the atoms of your flesh
I see the face of God
In the breath of your mouth
on my face
I hear music.
If the human race chose death
In a blossoming storm
Of mushrooming clouds of fire
Still love would remain
Dormant in the rocks
Slumbering in the tainted earth
Waiting to bring life anew.
-Megan Song
Megan Song has been writing since she was a teenager. She is also a multi-media artist. Her work often explores themes of emotional exploration, explored through imagery and tone.