Who will carry this broken heart,

can love ever mend it again?

Do I run to it when it comes,

or put it cautiously on hold?

Scared and afraid, not wanting to hurt.

The walls are up all around me.

I won’t open the gate just for anyone,

they’ll have to show me what it’s worth.

I won’t give again and not feel love,

and respect, honor and trust I require.

Don’t try to climb over this wall,

and don’t fool me with your pleasantries.

For my heart will know when it’s safe,

to open it’s rusted, barricaded gate.

For the one who’s word’s ring loud and true,

for I know that love, do you know it too?

July 6, 1998

© Wendy Poole