A Hundred Ways

A hundred ways to love,

And a thousand ways to,

Break a heart;

The games you play,

To fill your shallow world.

Tell me, does it take you to a land;

Where your dreams unfold,

Or do you learn to hide the questions;

That haunt your soul,

And learn to walk alone?

It has now become an art,

To value and cherish;

That elusive feeling

Of pure belonging.

Why do we prefer the escape,

A warm shelter in the rain;

Than hold open our hands,

Be vulnerable to hurt again.

Welcome the trickle of tears,

Choose to tread through the pain;

Each in their shell of loneliness,

Wearing masks of disdain.

As we douse each fire glowing,

In the battle between the heart and the brain;

Broken egos take center-stage,

And love sings a sad refrain.

There is no antidote to pain,

Yet you can choose to remain;

A warm corner where the light still shines;

And choose love, all over again.