Just Love

If the world was filled
With just love
Would I have been
Smouldered and shaped
Into the fierce woman
That I am today
Would my tears
Have been able to dry up
As quickly as it did
As soon as I hear the word maybe....
Would I've been able
To let go
The moment that I needed to
And not dream of an image
Of a white pickett fence
and once again with a forlorn heart
Cling to the words of maybe....
Would've I've know that the woman
I've become
Is comfortable in her own skin
Understanding that being alone
Doesn't mean that you're not worthy
Instead it shows a maturity
In the ability that in the silence
Lies so many things
But most of all self worth
That was shaped into something perfect
Still if the world was just filled with love
Would I have known
Just to be can be enough