Move Me Poetry Battle submission, 18 Feb 23
Move Me Poetry Battle prompt word on Twitter this week was “Agape”… interesting because depending how you pronounce it, it means different things.
Here’s my submission.
We question everything…Does this really mean that?
Are you really who you say you are? As we speed down the highway, distracted; smashing the car.
Light filters through our dark colored lenses we use, In attempts to close out the world to protect our battering hues.
Walking to school, a child’s laughter echoes , Innocent to heckles of unfriendly foes. She giggles on to her destiny, Free from shackled woes.
A mother to be, lays on a sterile bed. Contractions gripping her, she’s pushing with with mighty stead…
push !! Push !! Says the doctor
Though sweat drips in her eyes, she births a precious babe, and every pain she felt, Immediately dies.
What is love fettered? Unconditional and free?No not all, but that’s what most of us see.
When our soul needs freedom from chains and restricts, To exhale with ease, feel agape love without tricks.
Like true love should present, Without pain and steel, to feel sweet acceptance, free from conditions and reel.
So try as we may, to love without repeal, We’ll never compare to the one who built us to feel.