Here's poem # 20. Ten more days to go in the month of April and 10 more poems to come hopefully.

Poem # 20

The dark night of the soul wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I didn’t know I would be laughing, crying, aching,

celebrating.

Maybe I think too deep.

Maybe I love too much.

Maybe I need to let go of the maybes.

I think too deep and

yes, I love too much.

How else am I going to be me?

You can take me, leave me, forgive me, love me and

I will always love.

I will always be there.

I will always.

I will