unfolding, like so many petals
the vulnerability exposed
as the heart opens up

a myriad of emotion swells
memories of what has passed
tug like a lost child’s hand

longing for expression
but difficult and reserved
by shame of one’s guilt

wishing serenity – screaming in pain
the final tears of cleansing
have yet to fall

afraid of feeling
weak from wanting
I stand here bleeding

~*~ This poem has been revised and posted HERE. ~*~
Archived on WordPress @ 5 April 2017

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