Tainted by lifeless needs
She dangled her hand across the swing
Her fear was not of loving again
but of never being able to love;
It was the ultimate block to her happiness.
She tiptoed through the grass
Testing it with each toe
She stepped down on each foot
to feel the pain enter though...
It bled red.
Sitting in the swing, she looked down
Wiping the blood gently, she shed a tear.
Not a tear of pain nor the chance of infection
The tear that fell was of one only...
The tear of fear..
Fear of never being able to love again...
The next blood drop,
The next walk in a cold park
The next visit to the moonlit beach
Who will warm the air?
Who will dry the blood?
She dangled her hand across the swing
Laying her head against the chain
Her fear wasn't of loving again...
~~grb 1/2013
