It’s the one just out of reach, the one that hides itself from harm,
It’s the one so easy to touch, the one that’s filled with love
mixed with just a hint of charm…
Yet it’s the one so delicate, so soft and is often tucked away
so scared,
Afraid to feel, afraid to connect, afraid to show the love this
lonely place don’t want to share…
Because somehow, someway, something happens and it all gets
lost to shame,
Maybe it’s a lie that’s told, or maybe it’s the hidden truth that’s
stored away by flames…
It’s a part of us where sorrow fails to succeed, unless someone
special destroys that wall,
And when it’s damaged it hurts endlessly, and there is no help
for this fall…
It’s that one part of our body that we try to shield with an
honest prayer,
My hearts already broken baby, you’ve just ripped the final
layer………
w.h.2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem