Take something beautiful

She was sweet and bubbly, maybe simply pure love.

Thrown into an existence that cost too much.

Again and again the price was too high, ripping from her what she was, before she even had a chance to know what she had lost.

He took safety from her. She lost the ability to stay within herself and crawled up to her surface. Even there she left, you could see it in her eyes.

And then he took something else, the root, the base of her beautiful power, her creative force.

But she did not know what she had lost.

She felt her body divide, a heavy weight she couldn't understand.

There were beautiful things that saved her, but she was never quite able to find her way in. Always suspended just above.

Then she met him, she felt a warmth spread through her chest she had never felt before.

Was he caught on his outer edges as well. Had he chosen ways to survive that he didn't realize were choices.

In the end he took from her something no woman can survive.

Maybe he told himself stories of why he did. Maybe he believed them. Maybe he had no understanding at all. Maybe the choices he made of how to be, cleaved him in two.

Two selves that couldn't see each other or converse.

She wonders now what is there left in this place as the world swirls in lies and manipulations. As bridges loose their footings. As chasms become deeper and deeper.

All she understands is there is something within her that calls for expression, for release.

She chooses to call it love.