The fears are gone;
the walls have taught me
to stand alone and be strong;
I have the foresight to see that
beautifully adorned treasure even
when it’s coming from afar.
Love finds its way quietly into our lives when we least expect it; it blossoms beautifully like a rose. We become weak with the desire to please and be loved, and there’s nothing wrong with that, especially when it’s mutual. But when love is one-sided, anguish sets in.
However, I don’t want to dwell on the anguish. Let us talk about the love that exists between two partners. I’ve written about love many times and the situations surrounding it, but have I truly felt it? Yes, I have—in and out. I’ve experienced its highs and lows, its beauty and ugliness. I’ve felt its thorns piercing deep into my skin.
Now, I’ve reached a stage in my life where, as a woman, I need to break down the walls that have guarded my heart against predators. These walls have been my best friends, my lovers, everything one can ask for—but not the love between a man and a woman. I can feel it knocking on my door, growing louder daily. The doors are open to let the imperfect man come in.
Walk through the walls
Walk on the floor of a banquet,
rebuild a wall that does not shut out,
Plant again the roses of love that befits a queen.
Your Highness! wait, and be given.
Take, keep, and care for it.
once it’s time for harvest,
we shall all be fulfilled forever.
EDDAZ 