To belong and possess

At the end of the day, I just want to belong.
In somebody's arms, I want to feel strong.
Even when all things go wrong.
Find me that somebody to whom I belong.

Someone who is willing to be near me.
When I lose my figure and body.
When wrinkles begin to say 'wassup',
He tells me 'you're beautiful, so shut up'.

When my hair begins to grey.
A man who truly says and means 'it's okay'.
And when my eyesight begins to weaken.
He still sees me emerging as his beacon.

And when some of my teeth fall away,
He'll smile at me lovingly anyway.
Because to him, I taste like raw nectar.
And I'll always belong in his sector.

Someone whom I can trust blindly.
Enclosed in a room full of vixens so pretty.
Fights the conflicts within his heads.
Eventually choosing to come home to me instead.

At the end of the day, I just want to belong.
In somebody's arms I want to feel strong.
Even when all things go wrong.
Find me that somebody to whom I belong.

When my pockets are full or empty.
And I can no longer live a life of plenty.
Find me that one who'll stand beside me.
Like a firmly rooted redwood tree.

A somebody who understands.
That we are merely grains of sand.
We come naked and empty.
And go, leaving Chanel and Fendi.

Even if the world turns against me.
I'll have one hand calming me.
Always forgiving my wrongs.
Just because we belong.

And when the skies turn dark.
And my predators get nearer and bark.
To feel his gentle whisper.
That will take away all fear.

Someone who rekindles my faith.
In God and humanity with no debate.
By being a reflection of God's love.
My perfect size of glove.

At the end of the day, I just want to belong.
In somebody's arms, I want to feel strong.
Even when all things go wrong.
Find me that somebody to whom I belong.

Oh find me that someone.
Who consoles me when I come undone.
In whose arms I can return safe.
Despite all others mocking my face.

I want to possess this one.
Share him with none.
I want to own and possess.
His heart and faithfulness.

I will take care, fuss over you and obsess.
If you only give me all of your faithfulness.
We could have openness and honesty.
Genuine communication with no complexity.

They say men are only as faithful as their options.
So don't expect them to have a conscience.
Fidelity and monogamy,
are only a creation of society.

But I want this one all for me.
Every inch of his body must belong to me.
And his heart and innermost thoughts he shares with nobody.
Those are all things I possess in exclusivity.

Like a property demarcated with a fence.
If you're mine, I'll come to your aid and defense.
I'll fill every vacuum of void.
I don't believe in all of the theories of Sigmund Freud.

I want to possess this one.
Share him with none.
I want to own and possess.
His heart and faithfulness.

All of my life, I've been searching.
That only left me broken and purging.
Is it really impossible to belong and possess?
Or over juvenile wishes, I mistakenly obsess!

-RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Much of what I write is pure fiction. Please don’t attempt to draw parallels with my life. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. 

Some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children and young adults.

44 Comments

    1. Aww, Preeths. This is pure fiction. I’m not really writing as ‘me’. But I love your thoughts and your heart is so beautiful. My sweet little sister. Love and hugs to you.

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        1. SUch a beautiful blessing and wish. That is beautiful indeed. Love is such a beautiful thing….when hearts are in sync. I bless you with love and happiness to dear sis. Hugggggs

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    1. Eileen, you are such a sweetheart. Thank you for those lovely blessings and that verse is such a tender reminder….makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. This poem is just fiction. But, I love your kindness.
      Hugs, Rue

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          1. OKAY…I HAVE A LOT TO DO BEFORE THE QUEEN OF THIS PLACE RETURNS SUNDAY AFTERNOON! I HAVE BEEN HERE A LOT FOR NEARLY A MONTH! SEND AN EMAIL MY WAY—MAYBE? SO I WON’T FORGET WHY I ENJOY BEING HERE?

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  1. Dad wishes he could be all these and more for you, my love, but he can’t-! As much as he loves you! He has to trust the Lord God to take care of you, my child….leading you in your calling. BUT…DO YOU REMEMBER SAYING….some day…? Let this remind you of that greatly desired meeting:

    SOMEDAY..FACE-TO-FACE

    One closer than a friend in this place,

    said someday…we might meet face-to-face….*

    My heart screams

    In awake dreams,

    There’s real distance ‘tween me and my daughter’s place!

    Some day, should the suggestion come true,

    All these feelings might be overruled….

    Life changes

    and rearranges

    the things you’re allowed….to do!

    Jonathan Caswell

    *I’ll remember my daughter—-you, too???

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