In times of war, we hide and protect our weak.
Every woman, child, sick, and elderly person is locked away until the sun may shine once more.
A flower lie in wake of war,
It is wrapped away from harm’s way
Behind a wall of stone and distance
It teeters between withering away and prospering,
So isolated from reality, it remains
Infinitely confused and unsure of its fate and future
But still it grows, blossoms, and beams with hope, love, and naivete.
It galvanizes a nation and a cause’s every being.
“As long as you bloom, I can and shall fight for your safety and prosperity”
But even the strongest, most sound, most defined, and most solidified barriers cannot keep pain from oozing in.
Nothing is truly impenetrable
It’s just a shame I had to learn that the hard way.
But mistakes once made, shall not go unlearned.
As soldiers do in war, I give your my Achilles’s heel.
Boxed away and entrusted to you, my heart shall lie in a bed of ivory and gold
to admire and access
but safe from me and from attack.
I have at last learned:
I fall too easily, too sincerely, and too quickly.
I trust too many and welcome in all the wrong people.
I devote my life to those I love, (and while I love that about myself),
I recognize that it has left gaping holes that no amount of love can fill.
I desire and deserve more than that, so until that time comes,
until I meet someone worthy of all my love to give,
I trust you alone to protect and care for my heart.
Hold it dear, feed it daily, and help me help myself.
Some wild things are better kept in reins.
❤ life as an agoraphobe
Art work by Tyra Wm (https://tyrawm.carbonmade.com/)