Love, Again

No one will know you

Unless you show them your heart

It’s safe–love again

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I regularly write poetry, but I’ve never written a haiku — until today. “Love, Again” is my second attempt at haiku.

Haikus amaze me, and many poets inspire me with theirs. Yet, I didn't think I could be "to the point" with my poetry.

Maybe it’s being stuck inside due to flood-like rains, but today I sat down and made myself practice until I created two haikus.

Me counting syllables on my fingers was a laughable sight.

Sharing this, I recognize haikus symbolize what this poem is about — the thing we believe we cannot do—counting ourselves out, for fear, before we even begin.

Writing a haiku felt impossible. Two years ago, opening my heart to love also felt impossible. But I was wrong on both counts — thankfully.

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©Heather Martin, 2022