If Only I Could

If Only I Could

 

If I could allow myself to believe.

 

I would believe in a happy ending. 

I would believe I could exist with someone in a space of peace. 

That I would find someone who makes me feel seen, heard and protected.

 

I would believe things can be loving, drama free and flow naturally. 

 

If I could believe.

 

If I had the experience of being in a space with someone who gives me room to be me.

Who supports, encourages me and loves me without judgement. 

Someone who would be mindful of my heart and loyal in their conduct. 

Then maybe I could believe. 

 

If only I could believe that there may be someone who frees me of my doubts and skepticism. 

Who I can be at “rest” with. 

Who makes me not want to run. Who is patient enough to work through the walls I have built.

Who I can love without fear and reservation. 

Who makes it easy to enjoy this journey. 

 

If only I could.

 

If only. 

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