And you will be the one to say to my heart,

           ”Come out! Come out!

       It’s OK to breathe again.”

“Forget the past. It’s only the future that matters.”

“Was what happened before really that bad?”

         ”Surely,

                    you are stronger now.”

And your gentle coaxing will bring my heart

        out of the cocoon where it was

hidden, (wrapped tightly in thoughts and logic and plans.)

      Wincing at the brightness of the sun.

       Reaching blindly

                                for your hand.