by Cheryl Merrick
You say you love me
as I am,
but you urge me to do
what I cannot.
Desiring to be loved,
I push beyond my endurance,
and failing to meet your expectations,
I despair.
Frustrated in my efforts to earn love,
I become resentful,
plummeting into depression.
as my strength fails.
Finally, healing comes,
both to my body,
and to my heart.
With acceptance of I who am,
I feel
Loved, at last.
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