I wrote in an old poem
In the depths of Before
Do you think I’ll believe in love after this?
Then it was Love that carried me to a hotel room
With a suitcase and a decision
Friends who picked up the phone
Laughing with me until I fell asleep in a new life
Do you think I’ll believe in love after this?
Then it was Love that walked me through a garden
With my brother on a summer afternoon
Too cried out to go back to work
So he led me into the sun
Do you think I’ll believe in love after this?
Then it was Love that bound me to my family
They held my hand in the water
While I taught myself to breathe again
Their shadows warming on the surface
Do you think I’ll believe in love after this?
Then it was Love that stood by me in the mirror
Where I stared down who I thought I was
Until I cracked open and cracked free
I blessed every fallen shard
Do you think I knew what love was before this?