patience


where does it come from

this love?

Is it a spark that you get at birth

gifted

like a nose or chin

resembling

family members who have come before?

is it a lesson?

taught the way we are taught manners?

Is it simply the gift

of our parents regard?

What then of they that are not gifted by loving people?

 are they doomed to sadness

forever more?

or is it something more?

something illusive,

fleeting, and never still

only coming rarely to rest

on one it deems worthy?

or is it, as I think

a reflection as from a mirror

broken or unbroken

according to it’s care?

Do the broken ones hide away

certain they are unworthy?

tarnished and forgotten

their silver fading?

Do they cover themselves in shame

thinking their sight unworthy of the light

that comes from loves bright glow?

do they feel the light?

do they know the love?

that covered they cannot see?

thinking in error

that covered they will not be futher broken?

Love.

4 letters

meaning so very much.

I think on this thought

and resolve

to be a mirror

that finds those that are covered

and ask to be parked nearby

until one day they peek

out of their cover

and see…me

waiting

to reflect something

they never thought to see

I will seek them out

for some mirrors

deserve to find light

but fear it

so I will wait

for them to feel secure

in me.

I am a patient person.

I will wait.

Some people

are worth waiting for

love

4 letters

defined by a heart

given wings

by patience.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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