Saturday Night

by Rachel Beachum

7:00

Saturday night

Free to be what I wanna be

Night is young and so am I

Surrounded by many

  But always with one.

Talking, laughing etc. till dawn

There’s a pain in my heart

And a smile on my face

topics of conversations about “the one”

My husband, my mate.

friends opinions, options and their

  view of fate.

what about this one?

what about that one?

what him?

what about a them?

Rising up I say never mind such talk, no such thing

My questioning heart says

“Does he even have a name”

With a Suddenly Pain walks through the door

   Closer He Comes

Denial and Reality far it’s way

As with each step he steps into the depths of my heart

Closer to me

Who is he?

  SCARED!

Closing out the world around

I look up with my hands held high

And my hands to the sky

I search for the truth

What comes of me?

How do I accept love’s reality?

As I remain looking in the heaven lies

I hear

“Accept My love”

Accept, My love

Back into the room

I come to my senses

there is a man in love with me

He died on a cross at calvary

Without doubt without pain

I can come to him and call upon his name

Doesn’t really matter about

   if someday there’s a “them”

there is none except “My love”

For now and until the end

   I will love only him

                 THE PAIN

         LOVES

                     REALITY