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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Fortified




I assume a defensive posture
Behind the stone walls
Of this fortress,
My labor of self-preservation.

A nearly fatal injury
Has left me wary and suspicious,
Unsure if I can risk
Exposing the weaknesses
In my armor,
The fragile heart
Masked by bravado
And deceptive confidence.

My elastic memories
Snap me back into the pain
But can’t quite cancel
The glowing embers of hope
That tempt me to tempt fate again.

I hear temptation at the door
Encouraging me to gamble
With my weakened emotions,
While I still don’t know
If the other side of that door
Hides a savior or saboteur.

4 comments:

Rallentanda said...

A saviour is always a tempting magnet . Since you had a near miss experience common sense would dictate that you keep your guard. If you were me you wouldn't which probably means you should:)
I enjoyed this poem. Many will relate to the bravado and deceptive confidence of the armour.

Claudia said...

you capture the fragility well, the risk that it is to trust after being hurt..and still opening that door.. think that's brave

Anonymous said...

I do not even know with strong your blog greatly that saved me. God bless you “Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.” - Lord Byron

Enigmatic Soul said...

Insightful and intriguing. I like how you have penned the feeling of hesitation and fragility. Enjoyed it. :)