LoveA Poem by Zoe Jay
True love is dark.
True love is acceptance. Accepting ANYTHING, and loving regardless. Accepting change, and weakness, and badness, and difference, and loving anyway. True love is passive. Learning that love leaves you more open to hatred, than you ever were before. Love is love, even in hate, in frustration, in the inevitable subjugation of the self, in acceptance, in submission, we grow... in acceptance, we learn humility... A little subjugation of the soul, never hurt anybody. Love has no pride. True love turns our energies outward, ruptures the pieces that we painstakingly built ourselves upon, into an explosion, breaking us inside, forcing the spirit out into the world, to be, to grow, to live... True love truly should be that which makes us everything that we can be. But love, real love, love that grows us, like seedlings brought into the light, is not desperate. Desperation is dysfunction. True love, functional love, is calm. It does not "need" nor "despair", nor swallow a lover whole in it's maw. Dysfunctional love, as it both opens our cracks and fills them, is the hardest to leave. When will the fools realize, that the force that ensnares them most firmly, is not love, but NEED? What we seek is not love. It is reassurance. Validation. Release. Affirmation. Security. Protection. Guidance. A temporary relief from fear. Love, real love, does not fear. It does not fear lonesomeness, nor rejection, nor loss, nor time, nor inadequacy, nor competition. If you think you love, ask yourself first, do you fear? If you think you do not fear, ask, Am I enough, by myself? You will never help another to grow, to be more than they are, if you need them in order to complete yourself. If you love in need, or fear, you do not truly love. You only satisfy yourself. Satisfaction is not love. It is only respite from need. Contentment is not love. It is blindness. If you see romance, that is not love. When you feel his warmth, that is not love. Love is not firelight, nor beauty, nor self-sacrifice, nor warmth nor companionship. It is not love which makes us smile in the night, it is not love which makes us weep in the street. You are not ready to love, if you don't know what love is. If you cannot walk away, you are not ready to love. You cannot win if you are not ready to lose. You cannot see clearly, things which are too close. Love, of which we speak so lightly, is an intellectual pursuit. It is not grounded in instinct, nor in the bundle of neuroses we call "emotions". True love does not come naturally. It has to be earned. It has to be earned, in the fires that burn away our needs and wants. It has to be earned, when we face down our worst fears... (Fears, those fears, the ones we didn't know existed, in the dark days, the days when we thought we could avoid attack by not learning how to defend... blind days, when our certainty was our undoing, and we blinded ourselves, so we didn't have to see the truth, blinded by fairy-tales, poking our children's eyes from their faces, before they could see...) Love is not blind. Fear is blind. Love illuminates our fear. Amplifies and magnifies the shadows, amplifies the allure, amplifies the anxiety, amplifies the appeal, amplifies the anger, amplifies the arousal. Princes and princesses, die in this land of shadows. Lies and fantasies, blow away in this wilderness, scoured out by the sand, just their bones left to bake, in the eternal sunshine of love. Are you ready to love yet?
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Added on September 24, 2011Last Updated on July 28, 2013 Tags: love, true love, lovers, relationships, fear, insecurity, anxiety, detachment, emotions, feelings, intellect, analysis, wisdom, life, pain, blindness, trial, weakness, spirit, dysfunction, spouse AuthorZoe JayLos Angeles, CAAboutI come from Fife, in Scotland, and I now live in Los Angeles and run a business in the music industry. I've been writing poetry for about as long as I could write! I had a poetry collection published .. more..Writing
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