Self

An old poem I wrote that seems fitting for me now....

I have done many a stupid
thing in search of love.
I have flown thousands of miles
to find it
looked for it in machinery and
behind me at the mall.

I have looked for it in passing cars
and on the TV, listened for a
dedication on the radio.

And where I found it is in me
to love others and receive it I need
to love me first.

I've found it in the curves of
my name, in the color of my
hair, in the new dress I bought
this week.

And further it will come when i
am fully self sufficient when
my paychecks are only mine
when i need to depend on no one.

Only then will love come to me

and only then will I be ready.