On Overcoming

The Single Point Of Love

0423.2025

We are all children,

moving alone through rivers—

breathing doubt as we swim,

drifting downward

when what we crave

is flight.

We seek warmth—

a single hand,

a slow caress,

an embrace

that folds around us

like shelter.

Always,

we stand at a threshold,

dressed in the blood

of our becoming,

leaving behind

each lesson

like small red gems

on the road.

Time turns.

We endure—

carrying our shadows,

chasing their vanishing shade,

asking why

through the sad exits

of our mouths.

Because—

we were made to bear it:

to find one point of love

and make it bigger,

louder,

bright enough

to eclipse the ache it rose from.

A love so vast

it follows us into descent,

only to lift us—

until we have no choice

but to swallow its sun

and drown

in its light.

— m.c.f.