Its Back

As I sit back and reminisce on what love has done to me.
you would wonder how can I grin, how can I smile how can I appear to be so happy.

Because in my full term with love, the afterbirth was pain.
That was felt again and again, different face, different name but results were still the same.

How can I yearn for such a thing that causes so much hurt and so much strife.
How can I desire the American dream, he as my husband and I as his wife.

How can I put myself back on the edge of a rocky, unsteady cliff.
Not knowing if I will be pushed and land once again all broken and stiff.

As I lean back in my chair and feel all the hurtful emotions take over me.
I fancifully envision a fairy godmother giving me a potion to set me free.

"A potion? A real potion"; you may say. "Is it mixed with red bull and Tangueray?" *

Ah No, but it is a potion that is mixed with the feelings of pure bliss.
A feeling that is an ultimate high that you can't get from a fix.

It is a feeling of butterflies in your stomach, or a whisper in your ear.
It is a feeling of passion and courage; standing tall even if Goliath were near.

It is the Dr. Jekyll when it's alter ego is Mr. Hyde It is the cure of its own disease and restorer to its own plight

Can I just taste, indulge and bathe in its beauty, cherish God's gift oh I won't complain.
It is worth all its grief if I can dance for just for a moment in its rain

BluiJai