Lackluster Life
A life without him
I know all too well.
It’s exhausting and repetitive
An endless chase
Searching here and there
Everywhere
Desperate to be loved by anyone but myself.
I’m passed around
Like a joint in the crowd
Life without him is lackluster
Dull in color and humor.
Muffled dreams, unclear visions.
I feel small
I control my voice
Afraid of being too loud
Too potent
Too much.
Hush
Hush now, girl
Don’t waste your tears
God has been preparing you
for the love of your life
Through all these painful years.
I open my eyes
To colors I didn’t know existed
My heart soars each day
As my spirit is lifted.
Life with him
Feels like I’m living in a dream.
To love him,
To be loved by him.
I don’t want to live another day
If I’m not walking with him
Hand in hand, upstream.