At first there was a divide.
I didn't want to face the truth
I had absolutely nothing to give to you.
I knew the truth and it hurt.
I lost the very things
that I had equated with social approval and my own personal peace.
I was left with social anxiety.
But you chose me.
Your love is true and sure.
You never lie to me.
You never say, "I love you" but then turn and leave me.
When hard reality sets in and I am very sad
I am able to read your letters back to back.
I still feel like I am not enough.
I still overthink.
I wonder, "what if" or "why me?"
But that's just me.
If it had not been for the struggle, the futile distractions, and tears
I might not have ended up in the company of a Father who is present and near.
Copyright © Olu'um MM | Year Posted 2020
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