Scabs

To say my heart has scars
Is only partly true.
While yes, there are old wounds
That have healed over
And sealed shut,
There are others
That are merely scabbed over
That bleed anew with the
Slightest of jarring.
So yes, I have scars.
But it's the scabs that
Cause me worry.

An Outstretched Hand

An Outstretched Hand

Freely given
Rarely received
Love awaits like an outstretched hand
Floating in the air
Ready to be held
Forever by your own