Desperation is not Love

A drowning man

will grab hold to anything

to keep himself above the

water, to keep from going

under. That’s how some people

fall in love. Desperately grasping

for anything that flows along

their path. Love becomes labor.

Desperation is not love.

That type of love you will outgrow

like the pants your older sibling

once wore. You cannot wear them

forever. One day you’ll have to let go.

Desperation is not love.

A drowning man

will do all he can to save himself.

But you are not drowning.

You are just learning to swim.

And learning to swim involves

trust, a willingness to let go.

Desperation is not love.

And you are not drowning.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind