Hope Falls: A Poem
I always try to wear my heart on my sleeve,
As long as I keep it at arm's length,
Maybe then there won't be a burning target on my chest,
Set aside conflicting feelings and get some rest.
If I could run to you, I know I'd grow gossamer wings,
But my broken past, like acid rain it stings,
Hope falls like a comet into the endless sea,
If only faith could tether you to me.
My wishes drown in shallow wells,
As people shout out their fanciful tales,
Silver armor guards your rib cage and the fractured heart within,
You stand alone, every breath, a struggle to start again.