Have You Ever…

Have you ever wondered and pondered,
On how your life and love had turned out,
And looked back over the years,
And realized there was doubt.

Doubt that it was ever true,
And the love you had was not as it should be,
For when I looked back, I saw for myself,
It wasn't the right love for me.

For when you walk away and look back,
You see it for what it was – good and bad,
For love doesn't hurt the way mine did,
It doesn't cause us to live a life so sad.

Then when true love walks through the door,
And you compare what it was you had,
You come to realize the truth of the matter,
And see why it was you lived a life so sad.

Love is all about sharing and caring,
And not about upset and hate,
Nor anger, resentment, no tolerance,
And every day there's an awful debate.

You are told what to do, and not question,
And orders are barked each day to you,
It wears you down, you live in frown,
And you don't know what to do.

You know it's wrong, it's supposed to be love,
But love doesn't bully, ball and shout,
It's supposed to be loving and caring,
And there should never be any doubt!

And when we are ill we should feel loved,
Not made to feel inadequate and alone,
And certainly not made to feel a burden,
In the family home.

When I look back to my saddened life,
And the ‘love' that there was for me,
I now see the truth of the matter,
It wasn't love and caring that I see.

When someone is ill and in pain,
And things seem to hard to bear,
Love should settle next to our heart,
And show us how much they care.

You don't get annoyed and turn in disgust,
Away from the one you're supposed to love and care,
All because they have bad health and they're ill…!
And have no right to be ashamed of my wheelchair!!

I was pushed aside and left alone,
To get myself through my trial and pain,
While being told I was a pest,
Over and over again!

So I walked away, straight into the light,
And left the darkness behind…
And then one day, like a miracle,
Without looking, love is what I find…

No hate, no malice, no nasty remarks,
And no making me feel ashamed!
For it isn't my fault I have problems,
And I never should have been blamed.

And now I'm no longer a burden,
But the opposite is true of this…
For I have loving arms to lean on…
And always a sweet gentle kiss.

Feather light kisses to the top of my head,
Loving arms encasing me tight,
No feelings of guilt for my being unwell,
Just loved by my angel of the night!

…This Is Love…

Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades

Vote for this poem

yosph		reedster	poetic2984	poetry2071	poet5170	View All Poets
	Newest Item: I’ll Let You The say chemistry won’t lie so I’m trying to see how our element ... More Added: 2024-04-24 My Poetry List PoetryPoem.com Get a Free Site Blogs Stories Premium Sites