Love is easy. Loving is the hard part.
not strictly women; all beings tend to either run from, test or trick love. love is considered weak and being weak in this society doesn’t make for a good solider or so they want you to believe. i’m honing in on women this chapter solely because i come from a long line of “hear me roar” type of women. the ones who loved so hard once and vowed to never do it again so any man that ever comes their way gets swallowed into the quick sand of mind games. Not gonna lie I have definitely used that as an excuse when a relationship has started to fail; “well they couldn’t handle my bloodline anyway”. Until i met this man.
Until i met this man, the electricity in my soul could only be turned on by the attention of a bad man. i would love so hard only to be twisted in all different directions when my heart was broken. Until i met this man. For years prior to dating this man his armor shined so bright i was blind, i couldn’t or wouldn’t believe anything could go wrong. Until one day this man was no longer a man but a boy still spit shining his armour. It was then that i was no longer blind and the crystal from my glass slipper lead me into my own path. After that, I definitely became my foremothers, the damsel and the knight in my own fairy tale.
women are quite powerful beings, you know, men are too! but women, we can change the course of history with just the bat of an eye. we can move mountains with seducing words. and we can create waves with a tear from a broken heart. That’s who I was for a while after the break up. A fierce lady out in the world taking no prisoners, leaving survivors to wonder what they had done to cross me. It felt good to be that powerful, but it was lonely, not letting anyone beneath the surface. Yes, I was a soldier like the ones at Buckingham Palace, so serious to the outside world. But inside I was craving love. So what did I do I contacted the boy with the dull armor. We spoke, we fought, we cried but we never stopped loving. It was then that I used my own spit to help shine his armor so that together we can rule our land of make believe. Until this man I thought men were always men, they didn’t need to be nurtured, or loved. They were simple creatures controlled by the power of the pussy. Just like us men are complex and they deserve the same amount of work they put into wooing us. I went back to re-see the signs that I pretended never existed. [Side Note: This is only true for me, not every person deserves a second chance.] This man was good. This man truly loved me. He was trying to break down my walls, when all I had to do was give him the password.
Sometimes I use too many analogies or roundabout words to explain something so simple, like what is love. I truly have no idea. I just know what it means for me. And for me it means another job. Another place to go to everyday. And if I want that promotion, then I have to show up, I have to prove myself.
So how do we love more. we realize that it is never just one person’s fault. we take responsibility for where we may have nailed the coffin shut. we put ourselves in the other person’s shoes. And together, only together will this work, do we allow what happens next.
to be continued..
Love more, Peace more and Roar more.
Your Wild Spirit Guide,