Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2011
Don't tell me I couldn't survive without you
You do not know the battles already won
and the fears I've already outgrew

I've gotten stronger now... not so naive
And would only be my choice to grant you any reprieve

No passing security, no breaches, and no keys
There are only alarms and pass-codes you need

My guard stands at the ready on the outside of my heart
Dressed in camouflage with a black-belt in all the martial arts

I only have to ask guard of my heart shall I let him pass
With his awareness he knows when to do kung fu on that ***

My heart is now my most prized possession
and my guard rarely takes breaks or any vacation
The battle not always won but always suffers deprivation
Melissa S
Written by
Melissa S
Please log in to view and add comments on poems