The last ten months have caused me to focus on me, what I want, and what I deserve.
My pause is a rebalance of my marriage, health issues, and of course, the Coronavirus.
With this explanation written, here is my short poem, A Wedding Vow, Young Love With A Chronic Illness.
A Wedding Vow, Young Love With A Chronic Illness
Young love, a full heart and an almost-husband to be
I said I do, I intent, and my promise to thee.
Our young, immature love was full of glee.
Marrying you was never a decision for me.
As my wishes became granted, our storybook changed.
I yearned for our direction to remain.
With indecision, our marriage led from two, three, then four.
In my years of illness, all I could wish for is more.
To the outside world, our promises seemed intact.
Yet, I know my inaccuracies failed to voice or to earn my vows back.
Two decades have passed; our darkness causes my love to turn into night.
In Flagstaff, I finally understood that my bark has no bite.
The marriage vow that states in sickness and in health some people take light
Yet, I still wonder what if?
Fast forward ten months, my night turns into day.
Today my what if turns in a new direction.
My decision changes direction a new construction has begun.
With our new blueprint, perhaps young love can turn into an old love.
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