My Offering

I will offer nothing of myself that in itself cost me nothing

This love I offer
This feeling
This action
It is a choice
I am no longer plagued by the tension behind unrequited love
The battle between the desire for your love to be mine and the desire that I would never have loved you has ceased

This love I offer, it has cost me
It cost me my existence
It cost me my being
It cost me my blood
But this choice I make
In the finest of my sanity
To give it to you

Rejection, in all its plausibility
Will not deter me
I offer it to you
That you would know
And it may resonate in the depths of your soul
That the shoulder that would soak your tears, I carry
That the fears you veil, I will understand
That I will allow my spine to transform under the weight of your burdens, if only for love

© Juliana Ohayo