There is not enough room in this body
For this endless pain and desire.
To seek release is to go against all
I stand for or believe in.
To harbor it inside is a hell I cannot endure,
Yet I hold on to it with all I am.
It lets me know I’m alive.
It gives me hope and strength
And carries me through the storms I face
Every day in the name of love.
There is not enough room in this world
For the soul or the love we share.
To keep it apart must be a sin
And to bring it together except in spirit
Seems to be an impossibility,
Yet I hold on to it with all I am.
It is as essential to me as oxygen.
It gives me life and joy
And carries me through the tasks I face
Every day, just to survive.
There is not enough room in this life
For us to be who we are meant to be.
For us to be together in body,
Yet I hold on to it with all I am.
To let it go without a single chance,
To realize our dream for one moment in time,
Would create a void that could never be filled,
And a sadness that could never be soothed.
There are not enough words in the human language
For me to express how or what I’m feeling
Right now…
- L.C., 2002
