Sometimes you think you are healed,
Until you try to date again,
You realize that maybe your healing was just pretend.
Triggers and reminders throw you off course,
All the peace you thought you had,
Is losing its force.
Sometimes you think you can love again,
But it’s really just pretend.
You are trying to replace the pain in your heart,
But it just don’t mend.
Sometimes you need to try to love again,
Just to remember how scary it is,
Just to go back into yourself a little more focused,
So you can realize that love cannot be chased or replaced,
It cannot be fabricated, or cultivated.
It is God who chooses when we are ready for love,
Yet sometimes we want it so much,
That we choose people who were never meant for us,
And don’t you dare blame them,
Women or men,
Because we all make mistakes,
We all think we know our fate,
But only God can choose when we find that person that we will never lose,
The one that was meant to walk a mile with us,
The one who understands our shoes.
The Centered Self By Lorri Love 