A life that has barely began, yet how quickly one is jaded;
A heart carries too many scars to tread that path again.
Should I crack my chest and offer the sweetness of soul?
Will I hear words from a tongue so warm and caressing?
So afraid of joy and pain, while up to the hip I’m sinking;
To be held in those arms a lifetime could fly by.
Run from here and hide, through pain and tears of loss;
Left to one’s own self...is this even a conclusion?
The only true alternative gleams of unacceptable.
Thoughts race through my mind while all the while aching.
Such memories a blessing but in the dark a curse,
While nothing strikes fear more than to open once again.
A mere thought of vulnerability appears utter madness,
Yet somehow deep within it is the glow that is clung to.
To feel the warmth of those days again, kissing tender cheeks,
Such things would be graced, but how quickly hope can fade.
