It’s too much when I question my value.
It’s too much when I put myself down.
It’s too much when I go beyond measure
To avoid doubtful looks or frowns.
It’s too much when I let my emotions
Wreak havoc on stomach and nerves.
It’s too much when your happiness means
So much, I give without reserve.
It’s too much when my heart’s in depression.
It’s too much when my body can’t sleep.
It’s too much when I mourn beyond reason
Crushed by thoughts making me weep.
It’s too much when I suffer rejection.
When loneliness haunts all my ways.
When abandonment threatens my soul
With a fear born in yesteryear’s days.
True love will bring pleasure and solace,
Through acceptance and with a warm touch.
It’s not built on pain and discomfort.
If that’s what’s involved– it’s too much!
Cheryl S. Justice
I wrote this poem many years ago after reading Women Who Love Too Much by Robin Norwood. I learned a lot from the book and I would recommend it for anyone who has co-dependency issues and allows themself to become enmeshed in any type of “loving” relationships that become addicting, debilitating and degrading. That’s not true love.