What if I love this more?

What if I love this more?

What if I love this smallness, this frustration, this ‘less than ideal’ so big that the seams break?

What if I split this version of life open?

Not with a hammer, but with the inspired, irrepressible creative commitment of a seed bursting forth, or a chick being born.

What if I stop my heart from shrinking away from loving this?

Love as rain, not glue.

Cleansed, not stuck or compromised.

What if I love this more?

All of it.

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