Black Masks and Wildflowers

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

In the secret garden of your heart

the good you feel is real.

It’s as valid as the bad you feel.

Flowers grow among weeds in the real world.

It’s only the artificial world of perfection that makes us

want to rip out all the weeds.

Sure, the weeds are there.

But only some people call them weeds,

Some call them wildflowers.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

Are you robbing those you love,

from feeling good about you

because you don’t feel good?

Do you feel you must cut yourself off from love

because you don’t feel loving?  Deserving? 

Are you not finished paying the price for being you?

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You were a little kid.  Kids do that kind of shit.

I know.  Does little you believe it?

You were a teenager.  Teenagers do that kind of shit.

I know about that.  Does 16, 17, 18 yr old you believe it?

You were younger then. Younger people do that kind of shit.

Yep.  Does younger you believe it?

The teenager with the angry dark eyes you may meet on the street today…the one who glares back at you…the one you instantly know…the she or he that was you

The one who only sees the weeds in her secret garden.

Would you tell her that for the rest of her days she will never smell the sweet scent of forgiveness?

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

Can you care for the you that you were only yesterday?

Yesterday you were afraid.  Yes, afraid. 

Not just sad or frustrated or depressed.

Scared sleepless, because

the Black Mask is cutting off your breath.

Caring for yourself feels like throwing pieces of scraps

AT a starving puppy. 

But this is you, and even though you must feed her,

you hit yourself with the food first. 

Are you carrying a grudge against her?

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You hold in so much that the whole DAM thing wants to burst.

Exposing the cries and curses under the LOCKDOWN of lockdowns.

The kind of lockdown where even COVID doesn’t stand a chance.

And the new you that looks out at this new day

is struggling to breathe as she, once again,

fights her beach ball thoughts.

But then again, she’s never stopped…

It’s a beach ball that has been around for decades,

stinking-full of stale air.

Dark with curses, your story

threatens to gag you like a thick Black Mask.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

The best use of memory is to remember that

beach balls can be deflated. 

It will feel like release and relief.

Maybe it won’t feel good yet,

but at least you’ll get the smell of shit out of your nose.

Beloved, tell me the story of you.  

I’m not tired of hearing it, because part of it is my story too, remember? 

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You may loathe the results of being you.

But you will always be my precious you.

I see her.  You can see me too.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You are a woman with faults.

So what? 

Tell me about her.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You are a woman who struggles.

So what? 

Tell me about her.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You are a woman who fears.

So what? 

Tell me about her.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You are a woman with intense, overwhelming feelings.

So what? 

Tell me about her.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

You live with a shitload of weeds.

So what? 

I’m not afraid of weeds.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

When you look at the kid you were, baby you, teenage you, young woman you, yesterday’s youthe YOU I see…what if you simply stopped reminding yourself of their mistakes like I have learned to do for me and you?

What if there was no reason to keep feeling like shit? 

Shit’s only purpose is to be eliminated, remember?

What if you won’t die if she did release it?

What if I see you and love you for being the you who came to life to express herself in an honest, genuine, and emotional manner regardless of what the world says she should be? 

The you that the Black Mask hides?

I see you.  I love you.

There’s nothing you can do,

that will diminish my love for you.

Why?

Because love shows up – up front and personal.

With tears and snot and wailing aloud…allowed.

That’s how we know it’s love…

I know the Black Mask hides the delicate scent of Wildflower You’s secret garden.

Remember how I say it’s always the right time to begin, or to begin again?

Well, my love, how will you begin?

 

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Published by Paula D. Tozer

I am a writer, poet and singer/songwriter. I am a Toastmaster, motivational speaker, personal creativity coach, and workshop leader. My most sincere wish is to share my words with others, and that we both benefit from the exchange.

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