Written by: Admin_SheEvo
Curled up on the floor,
At the corner of my room feeling sour.
Few nights I cried myself to sleep,
Yesterday was day four.
Cascade of emotions and thoughts,
Nostalgia and regret taking the fore.
What should I have done differently?
For this, I have fought with my thoughts.
I’m so angry – sad and angry at love.
Damn angry because love is biased:
It happens to some,
And doesn’t for some.
Love they say is beautiful and awesome,
But to some it is like Faith in Hebrew 11:1
Substance of things hoped for…
They waited. It never comes.
Explain to me:
How some get it on a platter?
How it rains on them like confetti
Rose petals in different colors?
Looking at myself I asked:
Will I ever feel these butterflies?
The answer is YES.
Oh yes, you heard me —
YES.
Because I’m loved by God,
And He loved me first.
Regardless of my obscurity,
He found me perfect.
Yes – because though I tried 99 times,
It doesn’t mean I won’t get 100.
This is a YES to love again,
For God loved me into love.
With this understanding,
I must do some dusting
And change my perspective,
I choose to love me first,
And rightly,
So others may love me right.
And cheers…
To love again.
By Faith Ojochogwu Mathins
Facebook: Faith Matins
