Reintroduced to Vulnerability
#17 of Poems
For every triumph, a defeat looms around the corner, waiting to pounce and exchange your joy for tears.
For most of my adult life, I've lived cold, distant, isolated
Hiding far away from the traffic of a relationship, lest it be my demise
Shifting ever so cautiously, each step through tall reeds
Avoiding contact, for most of what I knew was pain
My only line to sanity was with the one friend who became more
A rock, that while unsteady, helped me balance
Teetering mitigated, I latched on and like the roots of a tree
I found soil to grow into and pull nourishment
Progress was long and life was a formidable opponent
Several eons, the battle of soul and mind raged
Until, with a final bellow, the walls began to cave
And the sunlight poured inside my soul again
Oh how I missed its embrace, its grip and warmth
Yearning, I continued the demolition, borders broken
I felt again, happiness, exuberance, joy, fullness
Playfully, I bounded through the shadows I once hid in
Risks once deemed too dangerous were taken,
I tasted what love could be, sweet honey
Craving more, I strained to stay close
But in my desire, I was reminded of the Sun
For its warmth is wonderful, but it will burn
The ever familiar tingles of pain long forgotten
Staved off by the bubble that is no more
Tear at the flesh of the mind like a scythe
Fear, true terror hiding in disappointments, hurts
Teasing at my head as I remember what once was
While I fight to keep from what was even still
Haunting memories drive me forward
But the amber eyes of rejection do not break
The gaze is ever foreboding, always present
The nightmarish daydreams concocted
Small moments that propel volatile imaginations
Visions that drive emotions into a spiral
Critical damage to a fragile machine
Operator fights to correct the mistakes
Untrained, pressing any and all buttons
I stepped out of the familiar with a smile
And though it gave me a few months
Reality was there to greet me on my return
There is never an end to the struggle
Old foes put on new masks, demons haunt
Echoing doubt in the furthest reaches
What if I'm pushed aside, left behind
Unable to keep up with another's ambition
I pant, gasp, heave, vomit and fall, gripping
The sand underneath my curled fingers
My tears saltier than the ocean nearby
What if I healed just to be forgotten again
Vulnerable once more, I realize that this is life
I do not, cannot know the outcome
So I will listen to my heart and my gut
And hope that my scars aren't reopened