What if
I repelled the shame
of all the ways
my overly-passionate heart
led me supposedly
astray?

And what if
all of the astrays revisited
ended
up being
my most-treasured
blessings,
brothers, friends?

And what if

this heart of mine
were not in fact
a curse
but one of the greatest
gifts bestowed
upon this earth

to wield not
a shield welded
from past pains
but to let loose
in full potential
this love
like saving
rain?