Fear to Love

I think of her…
And the words flow from my fingers like the swollen rivers of Spring’s Winter thaw.

I see her image…
And my mind wonders in and out of passion and desire.

I speak to her…
And the weight of long past heartbreaks weigh my words unspeakable.

I wish…
That who I am inside is what she sees despite my cautious way.

I toil hopeful…
That the walls around my heart will fall so that I can let her in.

I dream…
Of the day I am no longer afraid to fall in love.

4 thoughts on “Fear to Love

  1. Thank Julie. I don’t always know where my words come from. Deep inside mostly. But writing has turned out to be a way for me to self-explore the hardest parts of me.

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