With Open Arms

You, lovely child of my heart,

twirl laughing into the room

like a sunbeam’s

unearthly delight.

No one here has time for the glare

of sun in their eyes.

Your song can’t reach the cavity

that worries them; the decay has already set in,

they are only trying to avoid death.

Your brothers, mired in jealousy

that you could capture even a glance

from your distracted parents,

casually batter you

and you pick yourself up

and offer yourself to them,

wanting only to give and receive love.

Everything you can do to be of service,

you learn, composing songs

to the light,

even as you forcibly come to know

the darkness.  You can’t halt

the dance of joy, the songs of pure emotion,

no matter how fierce the fists,

how sharp the words;

you would just as soon stop breathing.

Come, I will hold you close

and safe here, so dance, sing,

let your unsubduable spirit

pour over us

and save us.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: cavity

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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