Not For Arts Sake

I do not apologize,
nor should we,
when the rage fit,
love spit,
hate,
makes us say words we regret later.

It's all a learning curve,
that helps expel the building demons.

Things we've kept hidden under the skin,
exposed, when the wounds are tore open.

To give up,
and throw our hands up,
is a callus way of life.

Instead we must pick up,
and build up,
the love we once so shyly hid.

That love of our lives are those that can pull on the heart strings, while triggering ones last nerve.

Sometimes surviving these moments is the true test.