I honestly went to post yesterday, but fell asleep with my kids before I could get to it. I hope you all are enjoying Woman’s History Month and living in your power.
I also missed posting this weekend. I was living in my power spending some very much needed time out the house with my babies.
I do apologize for not staying on track, but such is my life these days. I will not beat myself up for the things I couldn’t do. I am going with the ebb and flow of my life and doing my best to make sure every moment counts toward something. I hope you are too.
Today’s poem is about the absence of love from my life, your life, for whoever feels they are lacking romantic love in their life. I wrote this during a moment when the feeling was so strong in my mind, my body, and my heart. I had to put it on paper.
I hope you enjoy!
Have you ever wondered about the absence of love in your life?
How the love that never showed up caused you to become?
Become in pain
I never thought about it until this day
In a paused moment
The blinders were removed from my eyes
And my wounds were revealed
The absence of love has caused me great grief
Some nights it steals my joy like a thief
And it’s been hard to navigate
Makes me question whether I’m gay or I’m straight
Whether my bills will be paid or be late
Whether my kids and I play
Or will I be in the bed laid
See out of the people that surround me, I think many are lonely
That the love they desire escapes their grasp
And instead they keep pushing because no one really asked
Are you ok?
See The absence of love goes much deeper than the surface
We choose to endure trials that we know will hurt us
We put ourselves through torture because that’s what the absence is made of
And not to put so much emphasis on the absence of the love
See it’s not even the presence of hate
It’s the size of the hole in your soul at this moments presence
What are you doing to fill it?
Who’s missing the love they deserve because you are missing yours?
The absence of love is the absence of connection is the absence of true joy is the presence of falsehoods
I am happy.
I am ok.
Everything is great.
I’m not and I just want the right someone to love the ish out of me.
Like what if someone just love the ish out of you right now.
How would that change your world?
And it’s not to say that you don’t love the ish out yourself
But there’s nothing like being loved by somebody else
I am more than just an empty shell
I am full.
Full. With a little absence of love.