No One Ever Told Me
By Loureva Slade
No one ever told me that loving
him didn’t necessarily mean that he would love me back
Or that it would take true love a
while to erase the heartache caused by those before
No one ever told me that I
wouldn’t be able to protect them from all of life’s bumps and bruises
Or that they could seem so much
like me that it would be hard to let them grow into themselves
No one ever told me that I could
be angry enough to say things I would later live to regret
Or that for whatever reason, at
times my best intentions would be seen as so much less
No one ever told me that our
religious beliefs could put a strain on our friendship
Or that I would think of you all
these years later and wonder if you ever came to know the One I love so much
No one ever told me that my being
kind didn’t necessarily mean that I would be treated with respect
Or that walking away from “good
things” would sometimes be necessary to lead me to “great things”
No one ever told me that I would
have to work so hard to achieve my goals
Or that I would often struggle
not to give up along the way
No one ever told me that others
might not always be able to see my vision
Or that I might have to believe
in myself enough to keep pressing on anyhow
No one ever told me that God would
sometimes say no to the things I asked (and often begged) for
Or that I would have to learn to
fully trust Him for my sustenance and strength
No one ever told me that
experiencing death would make me look at life completely differently
Or that years later I would still
think about them every single hour of
every single day
No one ever told me that my many
quirks are what make me special
Or that I would sometimes feel
different than others because God set me apart
No one ever told me that
happiness is an inside job
Or that as long as I looked for
it outside of my Creator I would be waiting on invisible buses
And it made me so mad to think about
all the things that no one ever told me
Until I realized that quite
possibly, quite a few had told me in various ways on multiple occasions
But
I just didn’t listen
Because I didn’t like what they
had to say
Perhaps I was just stubborn
Or one of those people who needed
to live it to learn it
Either way I’m happy that now I
know.
I understand. I have grown.
And I’m thankful for who I have
become
because of all the things
I thought
no one ever told me.
"You're a poet and you know it."
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