Well of Love
Do I really believe that the only love I deserve is second-hand?
Broken?
Delusional?
Starving?
Beaten?
Tortured?
I wanted to cradle their broken hearts in my lap.
Collect their tears.
Infuse them with new life
And help them heal and grow.
Little did I know that
They were seeping from me
Bit
By
Bit
The reservoir of love I had for myself
Within me.
Love that was resting deep in my underground;
Collected over millennia
Without ever realizing it.
A well so deep and clear.
With the sweetest waters one could ever dream of.
When will I realize that I could
At any moment
Dip into those cool, clear waters for
Myself.
Yet, all I seemed to have done
Is reach out to parched souls
Seeking redemption
And offering to be their oasis.
Thinking that was a good thing,
Never realizing that they would make a desert out of me.
All hope is not lost though.
Instead of nurturing the wrong people,
I just need to first nurture myself.
My advice:
Go on, dip into the waters of the well of your love.
You deserve it before anyone else.
