Being Single And Content - Poem by CeCe Lamberts
I've been a willing victim for quite some time
been used by people left and right
letting them string me along for a long time
trying to hold on, with all my might.
I've always been all ears
I've always been all heart
I've been open about my fears
I've been trusting from the start.
I've been doing this for years
when a promising friend appears.
I should know better, cause I'm smart
In life, there are no volunteers.
I've been raised to believe
that being good and giving is a virtue;
that it's better to give than to receive,
that one should never try to deceive,
that this way you can happiness achieve.
But such kindness people can't conceive
Many will as neediness perceive
Oh, God, how can I be so naive?
But I'm here to tell the world
that when I'm kind and giving
when I'm open and vulnerable
when I'm honest about my feelings
when I'm a good listener
and a good friend
when I'm full of empathy
and full of love and affection
and when I'm ready to jump in fire for you
and wholeheartedly into a friendship,
consuming myself for a relationship
and staying up at night caring,
it's not because I need emotional validation
it's not because I need yours or other's approval
it's not because I need sexual fulfillment
it's not because I need to feel loveable
it's not because I need to feel worthy,
It's because THAT'S WHO I AM!
I've come to terms with my aloneness
I've come to terms with my singleness
I am content, right here-right now.
I know who I am,
I know how much I'm worth
I know how much I can achieve
I can move mountains if I want to.
And I have a treasure hidden away in a chest
Three pairs of brown eyes that are more precious than gold.
And I'm blessed and rich because of that.
If you wanna judge me for showing weakness
Go right ahead
But it won't make me a lesser person.
Cause, thank God, I know who I am!
Written on July 26,2007
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