Speak Love

Speak to me, spirit of love.

What I have done to deserve your scorn? I would settle for a murmur or whisper… any sound at all.

I long for you, I ache for you – You touch me and I bleed for you.

Am I so flawed in my sense of self that I am now beyond your grace? I have not lied, turned traitor or killed – I have never done any terrible crime to turn me into a pariah; yet you remain content to see me as such.

I am only a simple man, not graced with great strength, wealth or fame. All I want is someone there to share in your spirit and walk in your light. Life is but a series of moments in which we are born, live and die alone. Yet because of you all people can share in the illusion of an inseparable connection.  We believe, and make true through that belief, that through you our pain will be lessoned and our sorrows lifted by the comfort of a kindred soul.

Have I been sentenced to exist alone?

A thief can fall in love. A murderer may raise a family. So why am I so repulsive to you? Because I am not a man made by nature? Because I made my body align with my soul? Everyone always told me to be true to myself, but everyone turned hypocrite when I tried. It is a sin, they said, to do harm unto thyself.

Yet I am not dead.

I am not scarred.

I am beautiful.

And beauty and love go hand in hand.

So speak to me and give me hope that you still beat your ivory wings. Love should not hide from those who would embrace it. Let me embrace you… let me loved.

Please…

Let me be loved.