Spirit of Love

Rode ’round our small town for hours,

holding back the hurt that wanted to pour out.

It’s hard to not lose sign of who you are

in a world that wants to turn you cold and cruel.

But it’s the reminders from people like you

who help me to see my nature for what it is.

And as the tears started to pour down my face,

I felt freedom to feel my hurt, big as it may be,

and I was flooded with release.

My heart is a gift and

I won’t let the hate they give

turn me into someone like them:

I get to decide who I will be and

I have decided that

I will always have love

to give.