If you run from here,
where will you go, my love?
You’re only running from
your own fears, you know.
My dear, Love is already here.
In this room.
Right now, with you.
And yet, you keep pushing it away somehow.
Saying it just hasn’t come your way,
some doubt.
Because you’re just waiting for the right day.
The right person to never say
‘The one thing’
that allows you to proclaim:
“Yep, definitely not the one to bring”
But have you even given
yourself full permission to sing?
Your new love song
into existence
with another being?
How will she know you love her,
if you don’t crow?
How will you ever know it’s true
if you don’t go all the way through?
How will she ever see you, if you don’t show?
Lover, continually waiting for
the “next best other”
only ensures that you never truly
step into the ring,
and that she’ll never actually be able
to hear you sing.
About the Creator
E'LISE
Women's Mentor and Creative Intimacy Coach.
Poet, Spoken Word Artist, and Writer.
Writing about love, intimacy, faith, spirituality, relationships, self worth, and divine union.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
How will she know you love her, if you don’t crow? I loved these lines the most! Your poem was so wonderful!
Outstanding! Awesome