there is nothing delicate about a butterfly,
for when the wind blows harder than it’s wings can
it’s not love that fails, but instead the world of man
what is it anyway about asking why
why can’t i accept whatever is God’s plan
is it unholy ground where i always choose to stand?
there is nothing more durable than love gone wrong
for we carry it as long as we live even when beauty is found
the worth of my life is not just planting but also barren ground
but loneliness no longer makes me strong
the cross that parted the cruel dirt mound
tells me to what i once feared i am no longer bound
there is nothing more fragile than loving you
the way i’m living my life now is believing in a friend
is your heart telling me it’s mine it wants to tend
what i’m saying you can believe is true
i was a wanderer willing to gamble how it would end
i’m safe now because you said upon your love i can depend
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on April 23, 2019:
Thank you Joanie! Yes, it can be seen that way. I think writing about your own experiences are the most powerful because they mean the most. Empathy though should be alongside if possible, but it's difficult to summon the same kind of story telling feeling when it's not about yourself. You have to project deeply into the life of another and then you can do it.
Joanie on April 22, 2019:
Beautiful! I think your poems are a journal of your journey.