Party of one: a poem

I sat down at the table to eat dinner today.

Party of one.

Its not that bad.

Its quiet when you need it to be.

And if it gets too quiet,

God is always speaking. 

There is never a 

"ever alone",

because I'm not. 

***

My thoughts are much better.

"You are enough."

"You deserve the world

and more."

"Smile."

I can reason with them now.

I know whats mine,

I know what's His.

So I can fight effectively,

and speak out loud

against what is not for me.

Mental warfare expert.

***

 I love this new woman

I am becoming.

She is fierce,

she is strong,

she is soft,

she is fragile.

Interesting, fearless, and hopeful.

She knows what she wants.

She has the capacity to love again,

but she is careful. 

A wonderful one to look at.

Most importantly,

she is loved. 

***

Oh, 

the date is over? 

Aww shucks,

better open up the calendar to 

save the date 

for next time.

Until then.

***

WYF