synapses | sonnet twenty one posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 12:56 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

how does one live when each
breath she takes was from someone
else, from the love that came,
that lingered, that remained,

how do i fight the battles
when my heart is no longer
my own, because you hold it,
still, in your hands, within your

soul, enduring cold, empty moments,
awaiting only the glimpse of your
sanctity and your sins,

loving all of you nevertheless,
without doubts, without questions,
without leaving, without giving up.