Standing with Waiting on my Mind

This is how it's been.
Life on hold. PAUSED,
because "life starts when I find you,"
Cuz, I, "lack the arms of another,"
Because, I walk alone or am incapable of fulfilling the standards of a, "catch."
I'm sorry, but as I slip into a sullen misery looking at my
Naked hand,
Empty passenger seat,
and
Flying-solo pastimes,
I REWIND.
Since when was I defined by the presence of another?
I walk in a world of Two's with the confidence of the "unfortunate" One and point to You the Three which makes us FOUR!
How long have I been falling for this empty, black cloud of ridiculous pity?
No, I don't need your attention.
No, I am whole without your approval thank you!
No, I will not fall for Mr. Almost, trade in my standards for a tease, disregard a sacred, divine love for Mr. Settled-for and justify his "iffy" character because he has convinced me with glittering armor.
Sorry, but I belong to a Father that looks at the heart and your glittering something that sure ain't gold.
My priorities exist beyond my needs to be loved by you.
I wait for my one.
As I wait, my life does not hinge on the arrival of your embrace.
I live for my Papa, shining in the fullness of His protective light!
The darkness of distraction dare not linger in my ears for I know who my Father is, my Brother is, and the His affirmation of our eternal bond.
I dance. I Dance.
I DANCE, because this love of ALL loves is beyond and above any
matchstick, membership, to mamby, pamby matchmaker games.
I am outside of the pressures and expectations of this world and I wait expecting the greatness of a MAN,
because I sure don't have time to babysit a boy.
I wait in wholeness.
I am a gift being made beautiful for my Father and when we meet, I will allow you to bask in it.
I will not waste time on building defenses to attempt to hide this beauty, for I am a dove,gentle in assumption and a snake decisive in judgement.
I make myself vulnerable to the bathing waters of the Spirit as I am new every morning.
Do I plead/sell/barter/ to be comforted, secured, or understood?
Nope, my needs are fulfilled by the One who breathed the stars from which I shine.
In waiting, I realize that the eyes I await to look into were created by Him whom I belong to.
As for my reflection, I look into a mirror and see a woman born of the Word.
I'm sick of the bondage whispered into my perception that suggests I'm associated, tied down to, or tainted by past decisions and abuses I've committed and been a victim of.
Conqueror, I am as I wield the affirmation of my Father.
I am His daughter and I carry the Gory that rips through the heavens within this vessel!
I know the worth within me identifies me beyond the intrigues and mere speculations that venture as far as an inch.
I wait knowing that there lives a man who will see me through the eyes of my Father and see a Bride worth uplifting, covering, and fighting to edify.
I wait, but put my hope in the only one whose beheld every breath of my little life.
For I am His and I wait with courage.