Freedom to care for another being-
Can never be a trap-
The depth that True Love promises-
Can never frighten nor restrain-
It’s frightful never to learn-
How to love-
The ones we call our heartbreaks-
Our most honest mirrors-
Without them-
We would be blind and deaf-
We’d cry in silence-
With our demons-
Our most precious diamonds-
Are our tears crystallised-
Each facet that’s exposed to light-
Illuminates new ways-
Let our demons be embraced-
Give them some hope-
Between the fibres of our souls-
They are so tired hiding-
Sometimes they turn to angels-
When we release their ropes-
Be generous enough to notice-
That they’re not always on the surface-
But in grace-
Sometimes like healing stones-
They grow in dirt and under pressure-
Be patient and just wait-
When heavy storms have calmed-
Believe in love-
For love is always right-
If you believe-
You’ll find a field of dandelions-
That are true-
They are like little time machines-
Discern pure from false-
Like magic wands-
They grant our wishes-
They don’t give promises-
But they demonstrate-
By their resilience to winds-
And by their will to serve-
They give us their roots-
Their leaves and petals-
Their dreams-
Here and now-
Regardless-
Always-
They are dandelions-
That can’t be blown away-
I make a wish-
I put them to my lips and gently whisper-
Thank you that you stayed-
Despite the storms and winters—-
©️Dalia Lane
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