The Worst in Me

All the time,

I write about the trivial.

I write because I want to write,

Not 'cause what I'm saying matters.

But this is real.

My feelings right now

Frigid, and deep.

I know what I know.

I make a fool of myself

Time and again

Trying to explain

Or to understand

Things that don't matter.

I see that now.

I couldn't before.

There was too much fluff on my heart.

I've cleared it away.

The trivial is gone.

I know what really matters.

I am loved.

I love.

Love-- That's what matters.

I feel anger and hatred,

And know it's ok.

It's necessary, even good.

Negativity

Brings a release

Of sorts.

And then you return to love.

And then you feel much lighter.

But real.

Not like you could float away.

Still grounded, but free.

Deep, but unconcerned.

This is the lesson I've learned.