~With trepidation I hand you my heart, and with wariness I meet
your gaze, and with guilt I show you my scars~
"i've been burned
before
cut and crushed
in the past
my heart
has stopped
over
and over
only to be
shocked
back to life.
"beaten
and bruised
battered
and worn
i am resilient
but god
i am tired.
"i long
to love
again
to feel
-something-
again
but god
i don't know
if i can"
While writing this, I picture myself as a small six-year old girl, out in the middle of a thunderstorm, drenched beyond belief, holding a wilted marigold.