I’m loved

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In more ways than can be counted

But not always for the right reasons

I don’t always recognize at the onset

Or how someone else might mean it

The first time they love me their way

It can make me feel lost and confused

Maybe cripple me with traumatic fear

Hidden as darker parts of my own self                       

That was always rejected by any love              

Veiling new damages to my open heart                 

There is such a fine thin line in-between

What’s nefarious and the well-meaning                 

Even good intentions can be dangerous

If the gift is really designed… for profit


Poet of the Light © 2022


6 thoughts on “I’m loved

  1. Wow – “Even good intentions can be dangerous

    If the gift is really designed… for profit” – How often I think of this. The things I do – art, music, writing, poetry. Are they “mine”? Dare I make a cent? But I need to live. We are given the gift of creativity – we are driven to create. Oh this is a mind worm and will continue to knit itself into being. Good thoughts to think on and ruminate. DDF

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    1. For me, it is my mission, my purpoae, not my business and I’m simply the conduit, a messager. In my world, profit and survival and two distictly differnt things. Let your conscious and heart find peace, there are much greater concerns to deal with in this life. Thank you.

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      1. Normally – my creativity is a gift. I did craft shows for profit years ago. Now, music, art, music are gifts. Even to write something longer, you never could get paid for the time it takes, it has to be a labor of love.

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