Year Six

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Year Six

I never thought I’d be this alone.

Six years on my own.

No love to claim as my own.

First, I was shamed.

Wondered if it was me that had something wrong.

I let my insecurities go.

 I let the idea of a relationship go.

I’d rather not be dragged around like a pet.

 I’d rather not sit on a shelf like a trophy.

It’s something about dating.

It may be better to be lonely.

Is it bad that I’m okay with having zero commitment?

Is it fine to be content with never loving again?

Maybe one day I’ll entertain the idea.

 For now, here’s to six more years of finding me.

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