Hi, Good Morning
Thank you for finally coming into my life
Although I was just fine before I met you
And I thought I knew love
It was abundant and free-flowing in me, afterall.
But then, why was I often jarred and hurt?
Why was my spirit often walled by silence?
Why were there sharp words and cold shoulders?
They have invented fine terms to describe it,
Like ‘toxicity’ and ‘narcissism’,
But, when the person cannot see
And you blame them for not seeing
Then who really is blind?
Thank you for showing me what love feels like
When it envelops you securely,
When it is open and honest.
I was whole by myself, like the earth
But you, my moon, rendered meaning to my gravity.
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