If as a child, instead of being
protected, loved, and cherished,
you are the caretaker,
you miss out on your birthright of
learning to
love and cherish yourself.
You can spend your whole life in lack,
running a
Love Deficit,
skittering and bowing to anyone who
gives you the time of day;
the illusion of belonging.
Then it happens;
A light goes on and you realize that
you have nobody around you who
loves what you love–
You kept it hidden under a bushel,
considered unimportant,
even foolish,
but now you
can't stand another moment without it.
Burn the bushel and
holler,
"It's time! It's time!
For God's sake, it's time!"