Lines Between Living

A couple of months ago, after watching a rom-com of all things, this poem arrived.

It reminded me that inspiration doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t care if the source is high art or a late-night movie. It simply taps you on the shoulder and says, pay attention.

With a weekend that centers everything around love, this feels like the right moment to share

Love is a chamber
already loaded.
One wrong trigger
and something vital ends.
They tell us it lives in the heart
this soft red symbol
we never see working
until it fails.
love can be known as euphoria,
as breathless light.
It’s also been known as being
collapsed on a bathroom floor,
tiles cold against the cheek,
trying to remember how to breathe.
From there love lives
inside a clear bubble.
Visible.
Watched.
Marked do not touch.
Strong enough to exist.
Fragile enough to shatter.
Maybe one day
it will swell with courage
and burst.
For now,
it stays still
beating carefully,
on purpose.

Love isn’t always roses and violins. Sometimes it’s courage. Sometimes it’s caution. Sometimes it’s survival.