Do not grieve the marks we leave

behind, the matching scars

that we must carry…

It happens thus when one of us

lives from the open heart

we will not bury…

Let it never once be said

that in our fear we let

our courage falter…

Far too easy it would be to

disregard the lives that

love would alter…

Deconstruct the walls that crush

our bones to dust as they

begin to tumble…

Do not take the easy way,

avoiding pain that dares

to keep us humble.

Love is meant to leave a mark,

if given time enough

and we are brave…

We may find the beating heart

within us, is in fact

the one we save.