Becoming

broken families
like broken hearts
do we look familiar?
are there rules for
such comedy, such
insanity, such rage?

sometimes songs
will sing it- the breaking
the tips of sorrow
or madness, sometimes
music will cry for us
across the fragile distance

I am everything here
the mighty rush of love
a hand that finds you
the blind reaching
open skies and paradise
in one unstable heart

they say we love best
when we know our self
and love regardless
no matter the ugly bits
because then we can
be loved- and being loved
is like being music
or the words to a song
you become beauty
and you become
truth