Again Poem by Ibn Ali

Your wounds are still raw
Wiping my labored nape has stained my hand with salt
And I'm so scared to touch
You're still scared to love
Your heart's still sore
Disappointment has made you scared to want
Walk on
Till the tattered soles give way to flesh
Give way to bone
Life was never meant for ease
Or stationary dreams
Naivety caused the fool to best you
Now learn
You'd be the fool if for the second time you're hurt