Amorphous

*Amorphous

The way it twists and turns
has me looking upside down,
down the right, up the left,
through a foggy glass, and a warped window
to see it in the right way.
But it changes, and the feeling is like metal;
sometimes it's so cold my hands hurts
or so warm that i just melt to the touch.
The way my eyes hit it
is the way the sun hits gold or
the way the sun hits a black shirt.
It either burns bright
or takes in the light.
It changes before our eyes,
and can hurt to the touch
or stretch us until we break,
it can take all the heat away from us
until the cold makes us crack
or it gives us so much to handle
we don't know what to do.
But there will never be a void where it should be,
the broken pieces either be on their own
or come together again.
So don't let go, no matter what it does.
Because it's stronger. I know about
the twisted shapes, the warped glass,
but hold on because there's a way
to melt those shapes away
and change. So hold on.
It's like the metal, it can take the heat away
when touched, or be so hot that you melt.
But love is the strongest being.
Amorphous but strong.
And no matter what happened,
no matter what happens, it will be there
to open your arms, your hands, your world.
You'll find who you need and the shape you want.
You'll find its beauty. Like the metal it will give.
It will take. And it will give.

*This poem was written by my friend who wants to be anonymous