It Is Still Love Poem by Shirley Harrison

In the very light of a magnificent sunrise

I reflect on the very reason we love?

and when we love

well, it's not always sunshine and strawberries is it?

sometimes the skies are yellow

and in a twist of fate

death can be the one true very cruel divider

love can be grief wrapped up in a bow

disguised as something that we think we crave?

we think we need and we hold onto

all the while being the very thing

that stops us from being who we really are

love, can take us to the top of a mountain

and it can also leave us under an avalanche

be it mud, rocks and even a whole forest

of trees perhaps?

painfully broken, suffocating, in the dark



but still in the world in which I live…



it is still love.