Torn

I have come to understand

That my heart will only beat after her

No tears of the righteous will keep that at bay

And I do apologize in advance

For a rebellion I did not choose

But I see it as clear as day

Our hands intertwined

As the kids play around

Our voices trailing behind their adventurous spirits

Their longing for nestled bosoms

We both will be enough

I see it clear as glass

A blurred picture of the future I long for

yet reject.

Image by Nichi Osazemen