What are these feelings swirling in my heart,
When will they stop,
When did they start.

My heart wants to trust,
But all I know is lust.

To know and be know,
But all I know is the shadows.

Hiding behind my walls of solitude,
Safe in the prison I built around me.

Now free,
I am lost.

A heart beating in an open chest,
Vulnerable,
Raw.

The lifeblood of my soul exposed,
Who's hands will volunteer,
to stitch closed my chest with the thread of their love,
Or will my heart dry in the open air of isolation.

Like an apple in the sun,
Will my confidence evaporate under the glare of rejection,
Or will I find a life to live,
to share,
to give.

Thursday, August 30, 2018
11:13 AM