Is this Real?
He offers a love so pure, so true,
Yet, my heart resists, unsure what to do.
His affection, a melody sweet and rare,
Yet, I'm paralyzed by the weight I bear.
A dance with vulnerability, a risky waltz,
I fear to open up, to break down the walls.
What if his love fades like a fleeting flame?
Leaving me stranded, lost in the same.
A Piece on the Board
ReplyDeleteIn the grand game of life, perhaps we are all pieces on a chessboard—some kings, some queens, some mere soldiers. But what happens when you thought you were cherished like a queen, only to find yourself feeling more like a forgotten pawn?
I remember the early days when love felt real—when his words came like warm sunshine after a long winter, when his promises painted a future I had always dreamed of. I gave in to the dream, to the love, to the belief that I had finally found my person. He came to me, we married, and then he left—not emotionally at first, but physically, to a faraway land with the hope that I would soon join him.
That was over a year ago.
Since then, I have lived in waiting. Not the kind of waiting filled with hope and excitement, but the heavy, aching kind. Days turn to months, seasons change, and I remain in the same place—emotionally stranded, like a lone piece on the edge of a chessboard.
When I ask him to return, to meet me halfway, even just in spirit, he says it’s not practical. And maybe it isn’t. But love—true love—isn’t always practical. It is present. It shows up. And lately, his presence has turned into absence, his warmth into cold distance.
I begin to question: Was I just a move? A strategic piece in a bigger plan? A side soldier used to defend a dream, protect an image, or fulfill an expectation? Because now I feel expendable—like I could be left behind or sacrificed at any moment if the game demanded it.
This is not what I thought marriage would feel like.
I don’t need to be a queen on a throne. For the love I give, still, even in silence.