Love flies through windows left open at night
Everyone says: be afraid!
Courage to let breeze through weakens
when hearts shrivel.
Two choices -
Nail planks over glass, or find the oil for the winding mechanism.

Children love blindly, some say
Stern words tell children: calm down !
Spinning tops joyfully whirl then still, gather dust
In lonely attics.

Love flies through doorways like a starling
Flutters into chamber walls
Flutters into aorta passageways
In glass lungs where breath is sharp with too-big gulps
Til the cry: No! You shouldn’t be here!
Those memories of pain!
Those old fears!

'It'll all be okay' he says.
The bird gently lands, takes up it's old residency
All those other things?
Just onion skins, now discarded.

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This was written in response to Hive account@eaglespirit's beautiful initiative, #freedomfriday, supported by Hive account@freedomtribe. This week's topic was 'freedom of love' and I was thinking of all the things that prevented love, even though it's in us all along. Love is central to all beings, but can get covered by experiences, expectations, prejudices and so on - all those things that prevent real love shining from our very core. So many conditions on 'love', without us really understanding what 'true' love is. We're so caged by all of that - true freedom comes when all those onion layers peel away.

I sketched out the idea, and then my beautiful man helped me shave off what was unnecessary, to get to the onion heart, where we found love.