Love Is Not A Killer

Love Is Not A Killer

To some to find communion,

Is a gamble, with life itself.

When the odd are set against you.

And with the chance of love a pull.

The distortion becomes a drug.

The hook it digs in. Works well.

The self, is disconnected.

From your truth, and your will.

A lifestyle of hurting can prove fatal, again.

And again.

Abuse is an uneasy fear. Anxiety. 'Tis Blues.

Caring is a peaceful flow. 'Tis warm. 'Tis true.

Listen to that gentle core that leads you to the calm.

Be Free. For love is not a killer. Love is not to harm.

S. Camplin

I Touched Your Void.

I Touched Your Void

It was in that moment of moments.

I managed to touch your void.

I did then grapple to reach you.

And how binding was your grasp.

In your starkest, loneliest place.

How vulnerable, just like a child.

Truth so achingly beautiful.

Your frailty.

How ever bold.

How so to be with life pulsing.

How so can it come to end?

The great leveller of that most certain

I am so honoured to have shared.

S. Camplin

That One.

That One

That one.

The one who stirs.

The flutter.

Only one way it goes.

That one.

Not for the first time.

Self-harm?

It's my concern.

To yearn.

Now learn.

That one.

The one who stirs.

Say the word.

That one.

S. Camplin