My shoulders
bear the weight of my heart.
They tighten and scream with tension.
The pain, the tears… the deep distress.
Sometimes I want to live without people,
for the sadness of rejection is too much…
Why should I put myself
in the way of so much melancholy?
Betrayal.
Dare to trust?
Do I dare it?
Trust is a gift which,
when misused,
leaves open the path to a crumbling
of the spirit.
Do love and companionship warrant
the risk?
Should I dare again?
At this moment….NO!
Solitude seems safe and manageable.
But can we betray even ourselves?
© June Saville 19 November, 1998
All rights reserved.
No reproduction without
Written permission of the author
bear the weight of my heart.
They tighten and scream with tension.
The pain, the tears… the deep distress.
Sometimes I want to live without people,
for the sadness of rejection is too much…
Why should I put myself
in the way of so much melancholy?
Betrayal.
Dare to trust?
Do I dare it?
Trust is a gift which,
when misused,
leaves open the path to a crumbling
of the spirit.
Do love and companionship warrant
the risk?
Should I dare again?
At this moment….NO!
Solitude seems safe and manageable.
But can we betray even ourselves?
© June Saville 19 November, 1998
All rights reserved.
No reproduction without
Written permission of the author
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