The Shape of Love

Written By - Tessa Cash

I woke in the night many times
Many times writhing in pain
Reliving and remembering
All the wrong ways of being
All the brash and harsh words that were spoken
In a supposedly safe space.

Words that cut and chiselled away
At my way of being
My way of doing

And I shudder to think
Of the person I reduced myself to
For someone who was entirely reductive
And deathly afraid
Of not being able to reciprocate

The overwhelming,
Magnanimous
And entirely infinite expression
That carves
The shape of love.