Well, all of us have broken pieces,
all of us have memories
of things that didn’t go the way we hoped

And all of us have voices
with their diagnoses
of where things stand, given what has happened

But all of us have choices,
and they’re absolutely different
from what the voices tell us that they are

I choose
to let my love come back,
and not let it be stranded
waiting for someone to be lovable

My love knows where it comes from
and it knows to be itself. It never waits
for a precisely perfect time.
My love comes back – it’s happy to be home.
My love goes outward knowing how to shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2021