Past Fear, New Problem
The confusion sets in as I sit here in thought.
The scars on my body serve as reminder.
A small respite of peace, perhaps I've bought.
But what could I possibly say to her.
The conflicting thoughts course through my brain.
She sits there oblivious to my delema.
Yet my heart fears possibility of new pain.
With my blood spilt, I may as well be stigmata.
Could I go and accept that pain once more?
Can I make myself accept that loss?
Should I retieve my heart from where it lie on the floor?
Am I willing to pay that cost?
This is the turmoil tha tosses through my soul.
Yet I still fear the rejection, the denial that awaits me.
Either way, I turn myself into a fool.
But for now, whatever will be, will be.
~Matthew Finch~
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