A Time to Love

Just wrote this... ignore it at your pleasure

graceless
self
unfettered,
on the shelf,
unable to see
or feel,
the love
that surrounds,
and vibrates,
all around,
YOU,
too much,
self hate inside,
blinds your eyes,
and ties,
you to,
the demon,
of lies...
whose only drive,
is to bind you up,
and keep,
all that self hate...
inside...

cease,
for a moment,
even for,
just a breath...
for the touch,
of love,
is blowing on the breeze,
and it longs,
to enter...
and forever,
set you,
free...