The twisting of knife
Left stabbed in my chest
To keep the wound raw
There can be no rest
I do the work myself
You merely help
With words so perfect
Undone by acts
The perfect means
To conceal facts
What scares me more
If the history has a tendency
Itself to repeat
Then what lies ahead
Is a life of lies and deceit
What scares me more
What scares me more
Than having to endure
Than having to live
With this uninvited pain
What scares me more is giving in
To the tears lost in the rain
Giving up, letting go, leaving behind
Letting it disappear into oblivion
And far away from my mind
What scares me more
A heart free from woe
Is stripped of its shield
And foolish to risk losing everything
That’s what scares me more
The slug of my heart
Given half the chance
Would jump the wall
Arms open wide in a free fall
And there you’ll be the first of men
With a foot ready to squash it again
Nothing scares me more.
Artistic surreal photo manipulation by Sarolta Ban
One thought on “What Scares Me More”
This has so much that women can relate to, of any age and in any situation. We’ve all at one time been lied to over and over, hurt, we give chances, promises are made then broken – the heart shatters the eyes are flooded. It hurts – physical pain. Fear that if you unlock your heart for someone they’ll shred it like the other one did. So you lock it up and hide the key from yourself. You shut off emotions of love that used to transform you with ecstasy. YOU captured things here that are usually only said with tears. Thank you.