The Price

What price this love is...

my heart pays so dearly,

for it loves and yearns, and

is put on hold or cast aside.

My spirit cries out.

It has been chided and threatened,
judged and sentenced,
cajoled and placated.

Yet it hangs on so faithfully, as it can only do in an unconditional state.

It cries to be held, protected from harm and stress.

Yet it is left abandoned.

It cries to be loved as unconditionally as it loves, for it knows no other way to love.

It cries to be free, to love the only one it was meant to love.

Yet it is bound and left aside to ponder and worry.

It cries in silence.

Soft Pink Pajamas

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