On Love and Freedom: When Confronted With an Unworthy Lover

But, you're you. So very you.

And as you, there's no need to explain you.

Anyone who can't handle you, is a bridge to burn that will light the way to finding your other.

Those feelings of rejection--of disapproval of your "You"--those are dead to you now and you're free to be free.

Why is freedom so fraught with fear sometimes? It's because it's an untrodden path in our existence.

We wield a machete and cut through these vines, we are explorers of fate and wonder!!

We souls are the captains of this vessel of body, those who cannot, or will not, tolerate; of whom we've attracted into our lives, we beat our chests with our shield and scream to the battlefield, "WE ARE ONE!"

Warriors of love, we lace and clasp our armour, harden our hearts and lower our heads.

Spinning in battles, we slay those feelings we cannot, we must not, be subjected to.

As they disappear, our score adds up. If love is a battle, it's also a game to be played. Narrow your eyes and grit your teeth, dear love.

Say aloud, SCREAM, "I DEFINE LOVE!" 

"I am loved by myself!"

And those who deem your brand of love, your brand of self, unworthy, are settlers of a cold and distance land:

They lace their lonely shoes in a frosted meadow at sunrise, not embattled, but begrudged.

While, you, sword raised behind your head, swing it like a battle axe downward, crushing your enemies skulls, those demons of anxiety and 'destiny' *spit*

SWING, child of love!!!

swing until your arms burn and your blood boils and your body screams

Swing until you stand victorious in a field of dead, lonely souls.

Now breathe, as a warrior of love.

An initiate into the life of love.

As love leads you, can destroy you, can drive you, can repurpose you, can deliver you, can transform you... Be transformed.

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it still beating?

Blood coursing through your veins; it has no poetry, no meaning. It stands to tell you one legend and one legend only:

You are still alive.

And alive sounds a lot like a love.

Repeat history until you've become bored with the sodden outcome, love warrior.

Then, battle hardened and brave, you may become the queen of love.

To the disdain of Cupid. The the reverence of Eros. To the apex of heart. To the divinity of soul.