in my heart.
Volcanic reactions bubble up to the surface,
erupting, at times, as temporary insanity.
Voices from the past revisit.
Faces that were burned into my heart.
Eyes that once held a welcome gaze
look out from behind a shield
for safety’s sake,
for the inner child,
for the chastised dog
checking to see if the coast is clear to love again,
to be best friends with the World.
Where once the love flowed,
it seems a lock is closed.
How do you love someone?
Why doesn’t love + love = Love?
These thoughts don’t help.
There is no right answer.
All things exist in this world.
It is not for the faint-hearted.
You must be willing to risk it all
because even if Life doesn’t take it from you,