Love

A Poem by hildaarlette

I wrote this back in 2018 and thought I would share it.

Growing up I never knew what love was. I never understood the concept, but I was always starving to receive it. I started looking and looking until I started searching in all the wrong places. Parties, pills, grades and even approval. Because if society approved of me that meant I was loved by the world. That eventually lead me to search for it in a boy. And the funny thing is, each place I search a piece of my heart was left behind. My feelings become numb and my chest was hollow. It wasn’t till years later when I realized even with a boyfriend I felt more unloved than ever before.

I started to change myself. Cut my hair, lost some weight, and even changed my morals. Seeking for that approval again while on the inside I was dying.

Then it happened

I paid attention to Your word and it said you were with the broken hearted. That lead me to question you. Why weren’t you with me? You stood in front of me and put your hand in your pocket. You slowly reached out and answered “Oh child, every time a piece fell I picked it up”

Slowly you started sewing the piece back together, making sure not to leave a gap. You carefully held it in your hands as you tired to give it back.

And that’s when I knew what love was.

You gently slid it into my hands and it was as if nothing ever happened to it. As you were walking away I called your name. You smiled as I ran to you and grabbed your hand.

Now I understand what love means. I finally comprehend the concept and I am full. It is more than enough. And it is beautiful.