It’s a joy 

It’s a ploy 

It’s a heart 

 

It’s not:

Made of steel 

A definitive heal

Or even your dream come true

Made of your DNA so you can glue  

The broken shards of life 

That you are shattering with a wife 

 

What if you said the three words more often?

What if you became the model and not the warning?

What if you found happiness in the beginning, middle, and end of the story?

What if you spent your whole life detesting a past…

When you could have offered a new one unburdened.

 

It is:

The small that wakes at night

Waiting for arms of might 

Eyes that watch 

Sounds of a mouth filled with butterscotch 

Ears that listen 

Actions as bright as a beacon 

 

How did this happen? 

Certainly not just because of some fun

Why does this life trump all others now?

Everything you do is a cause 

What is this beautiful burden dropped like an anvil? 

A miracle.