It may look like I am weak, but I am not
I pray to open my heart and mind to possibilities and risks unknown
I choose to risk pain so that love can be found
I am not afraid
I am not going to hold back, yet I am terrified
I will wrangle rings of fire to bring you close to my heart
I will do this because I am love
I am not afraid, but I am terrified
Our shredded hearts will heal to become like branches of a tree
Giving rest to our weakened souls
Nurtured by our tears

I pray for you to come and be yourself with me
Let’s fight our way to each other’s arms
And love without fear
Share the terror that we feel
Opening our hearts
To love as no other

What is love but your heart beating?
What is love but my heart speaking?
It is the strongest thing
Yet a fragile gift
Tender, weak and powerful
Life giving, my love, life living
. . . Are you weak enough?

© Sandy Hibbard