Act Out of Love, Not Fear Like 1 Twitter Charlotte Griffiths Follow April 19, 2017, 5:54 p.m. in Creative Views: 122 Like us on facebook "act out of love, not fear" the small tattoo on my left hand, devil hand, yells to me as the ink just bleeds. warriors fought once, strong, for my family and it's not that I can't breathe it's just that I don't want to be, can't you hear the screams? winter brings the warmest months and its not that I'm strong anymore, it's just that I'm so broken there's no change there left to leave. the lake froze over only moments after I collapsed through, I want to call out to you, there's nothing much else aside from death that I can do. literal liking's to a matter-of-fact way of you make me think about your eyes and how they fall. and, aside from you, I'd love to nurture wounds and love and care for every piece of fucked-up shit in this beautiful and devastating land, but there's something burning true inside smallest parts, deepest too, and there's no way in hell for me to get inside. we'll cruise on down the road, separate journeys forced, linger on by the reservoir to catch a single, silent breath - can't you see the these turns, there's something about this place that's begging us to go. looking straight out to the diamond-studded lake, I wonder where other realities, the traded tragedies, aided majesty's could possibly begin to form their insignificant trail. "act out of love, not fear" the small tattoo on my left, jagged hand gleams and as I drive off slow, I watch as the dust is moved and thrown, from my cars somewhat small and dented rear. we all came out, kicking and screaming, we shout, destined to prove a beautiful and wretched balance of life. so here I move, toward a freeing truth that never bore me anything short of sweetness and warmth - the man who would always understand my love heart tattoo. - Charlotte Griffiths Note: This is one of my first named poems to ever be released, something which has taken me a lot of courage to finally do. Here's to a new chapter in my own life! Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative Mere Illusion. Creative Chats-The One at the Party Creative I’m Not the One Suffering!