Gina

Gina

Hate.
The feeling that comes when
EVERYTHING
she worked for
she believed in
she trusted in
she planned around
IS GONE.

There is no
rhyme
no
reason.

It doesn’t make sense.

Humanly – she can’t see the reason for it.
Humanly – she can’t the good that can come from it.
Humanly – all she feels is hate.

So she
YELLS and
CRIES  and
RAGES and
THROWS…

and falls to her knees.
Presses her forehead to the floor in
DESPAIR.

Then repreats the entire process.
AGAINANDAGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN.
This lasts hours and days and months…
the weeping, the wordless moans.

BUT

You never left.
You took all the
YELLS and
CRIES and
RAGES and
THROWS…

all the feelings words thoughts

and
collected
every
one

so nothing was left to poison her.

Until all that was left –
were
two.

But mostly
YOU.

All
YOU.

Love.
The feeling that comes when she realizes
You are everything you’ve been
You always WILL BE
Everything
You’ve worked in
believed in her
entrusted to her
planned around her

Through YOU,
she will
keep growing
living
breathing

You have a plan.
You will never leave.
You will never forsake.

There is beauty.
When You’ve gathered all the poison
out of the broken.

Just because you love her.
You love her.
You love her.
You love her.