You\u2019ve walked through love like a battlefield,
Each step heavy with the memories of wounds,
The scars of trust betrayed,
The echoes of promises broken,
And now, as you stand on the edge of hope,
You wonder if true love is just a myth,
A fairy tale made to soothe lonely hearts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your past has painted love in shades of gray,
Where once it was vibrant, full of light,
Now it feels distant, almost unreachable,
A star that flickers, but never stays,
And so you guard your heart,
Build walls high and thick,
Afraid to let anyone too close,
Lest they tear it down,
Like those who came before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But deep down, beneath the layers of doubt,
There\u2019s a part of you that still believes,
That still yearns for a love that\u2019s real,
That\u2019s patient, that\u2019s kind,
A love that won\u2019t leave when things get tough,
A love that won\u2019t shatter at the first sign of trouble,
A love that stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s hard to keep that hope alive,
When every relationship has ended in pain,
When every \u201cforever\u201d turned out to be fleeting,
When you\u2019ve given so much, only to be left with less,
But know this:
True love does exist,
It\u2019s just not always easy to find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
True love isn\u2019t perfect,
It\u2019s not without its flaws,
It doesn\u2019t always come wrapped in the way you expect,
But when it\u2019s real, it\u2019s strong,
It endures, it forgives, it grows,
It\u2019s a love that sees your scars,
And chooses to stay,
Not despite them, but because of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019ve been hurt,
And it\u2019s only natural to protect yourself,
To question if love is worth the risk,
But don\u2019t let the past dictate your future,
Don\u2019t let those who didn\u2019t know how to love you,
Convince you that you\u2019re unworthy of being loved right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
True love is out there,
But it\u2019s not always in the places you\u2019ve looked,
It\u2019s not in the grand gestures,
Or the perfect moments,
It\u2019s in the quiet support,
The consistent care,
The little things that build over time,
Into something solid, something real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So give yourself the chance to believe again,
To open your heart, just a little,
To the possibility that love can be different,
That it can be kind, gentle, lasting,
That it can heal the wounds you carry,
And bring light to the places that have known only darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are deserving of that kind of love,
The kind that doesn\u2019t leave when things get hard,
The kind that stands by you, through every storm,
The kind that loves you, not for who you might be,
But for exactly who you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let go of the fear,
That true love isn\u2019t meant for you,
For it\u2019s out there,
Waiting, just as you are,
To find the heart that\u2019s been searching,
For a love that\u2019s as real as the one you have to give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking shadow poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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