FEATURED POETRY: Certain by Raff Gonzales

Take it.

It’s yours.

Is it a gift?

Maybe.

A curse?

Maybe.

Nothing is certain,

Except that it’s yours.

                                                                    

Take it,

my heart, my soul, my passion.

Take everything I have

the scars I bear, the love I possess.

Take all that I am,

for I am yours.

And that is all that is certain.

My heart is yours to break,

yours to love, to hold, to treasure.

It’s yours to crush, to crumble, to rip, to tear,

to carve.

And it will matter not how I feel,

if I am broken, or sad, or miserable.

My tears are of no importance.

for I am yours

and that is all is certain.