no fairy tales

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i wasn’t raised on fairy tales

i never thought the prince was coming

i did not look or wait for him to march in on his horse

no matter the color

i grew up knowing i had to save myself

i had no visions of royal kisses in the moonlight

on a castle’s balcony

i took care of myself

i had no dreams of being taken care of

or fitting like a hand and glove

i saw the men come

i saw the men go

no words or show

just go

they were here today and gone tomorrow

leaving behind sorrow

tears and shame

but they were never blamed

it was up to the women to carry on

make everything work

smiling instead of cussing

laughing to keep from crying

all the while dying for some love

by mozayik “the souls’ poet”

Dont take care of me. I got this.

Dont take care of me.  I got this.

It has been an interesting 2017.  The last few months have proven to be evidence of my change.  Being whole allows me to not need completion from another person.  Wholeness speaks to knowing that everything I need I can provide for myself.  Seeking to be rescued is the past.

When I hear those famous words that always pulled me in,  “I want to take care of you.”  I run in the opposite direction.  That is co dependency calling my name.  I am not about that life anymore.  The compelling desire to fix other people’s life has dissipated. My self worth is not contingent on whether or not you appreciate me.  I appreciate me.

Trusting self begins with trusting God.  Life is good.  I am taking my time and paying attention. Self Love demands that I be patient and not cast my pearls to the lowest bidder. I am enough for me.  I am finally free.