To Have and to Hold

KomfortKorner

Moving too fast left with nothing but the dust after it's settled 

Hurting and healing time and time again 

Only to make the same mistakes

Overplaying my position in the lives of others 

Watching my friends and family start new chapters of bliss

I yearn for the same success but wise enough not to envy their moment

My moment will come

Praying for a partner in this life that understands my complexities

Looks past my faults 

Does not stay for personal gain

I have the strength of one million people but am only one soul

Anita referenced this sensation as a "rapture" but the sensation will eventually die

The next spring will bring beautiful roses to bloom and pink skies of wonder

What will it bring me? 

'Time will heal all' 

The only gift given to me by time are experiences of heartbreak and pain as I attempt to rebuild pieces of what should have been left in the past

Trying to see the good in everyone only lowers my shades blocking out wisdom gained by repetitious flaws

Insecurities swarm in my mind as the silence grows louder

Conversations become nonexistent 

Heart becoming colder and years passing faster

Simple things I have longed for in this life seem more and more difficult to grasp each instance a broken souls attach to me in the hopes to rob me of my virtue

When will my time come?

Tears falling each day as the veil is lifted revealing the love standing across from me is... no one.

If you haven't met your love 'they're on the way' HA 

I have met my love she is me and we choose to love ourselves unconditionally

The questions is when will unconditional love, love me?

 

  • Author: KomfortKorner (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2021 08:33
  • Category: Letter
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Comments1

  • Nicholas Browning

    This is certainly a viable question. I often wonder the same thing. Do we just keep going and let it find us, or do we actively search for it? Maybe the expectation is what gets in the way, but then again maybe not. I enjoyed the read, and wish you the best.

    • KomfortKorner

      A never ending cycle that will halt when we stop looking and keep living. Thank you and wish you the best as well



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