They told me love would arrive when I least expect it,
like a doorbell ringing in the middle of a lonely evening.
But love didn't knock on my door,
It bursted right past it
Love bloomed like a sunflower.
Right within,
in the softest folds of my healing.
She wasn't some stranger passing by.
She was the smile that constantly crossed my face
The peace in my chest when I finally said "no" without guilt.
The way I dance alone,
not for anyone watching,
but because the music finally feels like home.
In the way that I treat myself on the daily,
and find tranquility in my inner dome.
I stopped searching for someone to fulfill what already existed within me
I looked in the mirror and remembered
that I've always been light,
just waiting to recognize my own reflection.
I didn't fall in love.
I became love.
In the way I mother,
in the way I pour into my dreams,
in how I tend to my boundaries
like wildflowers that won't be plucked.
She rose
not from romance
but from reverence.
for myself,
for the God within me,
for the girl I used to be and the woman I'm becoming.
Love didn't find me.
She returned home.
So now if I do find love in another,
My spirit will reflect the fulfillment I already hold inside
while being on my own.