OZ - poem

Updated: Dec 2, 2020

Loving damaged people is hard. I think we all know that because most of us are damaged. The world gives us a lot of flack when it comes to where we invest our love and who we invest it in. You know that horrible bullshit saying that you always hear people say?

You can't love somebody else until you love yourself.

It makes me sick. I think people are very capable of loving people before they love themselves.

Take mothers for example: they sacrifice everything for their children and think of themselves last. And for what? So that their children have everything they need to grow and become productive members of society. But--more importantly--so they can know what it is like to be loved selflessly.

When it comes to falling in love with a damaged person, special considerations have to be made. What baggage is everyone bringing to the table? What kind of obstacles are we both facing, separately and together? What can trigger them? What can trigger you?

Falling in love is like blindly navigating your way across an unknown landscape; falling in love with a damaged person is like blindly trekking across a minefield and you are well aware that you have foolishly stumbled there of your own accord.

But if two people can call out to each other across that expanse, if they can hold out hope that each will brave that terrain and find one another in spite of opposition, isn't it worth it?

-Katie H.

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