The Fear of Love, The Craving for Love

I’ve been down this road before,
Where love feels like a battlefield,
And every scar tells a story,
Of promises broken,
Of trust shattered,
Of dreams that turned to dust.

I gave my heart,
Like a gift wrapped in hope,
And watched as it was taken,
Then tossed aside,
As if my love wasn’t enough,
As if I wasn’t enough.

I craved connection,
Yearned for that deep bond,
Where two souls become one,
Where love isn’t just a word,
But a home, a shelter, a safe place.
But every time, it slipped through my fingers,
Like sand,
Leaving me empty,
Alone.

Now, here I stand,
Craving love again,
That true, pure kind of love,
The one that fills the void,
Heals the wounds,
And makes life worth living.
But my heart, it’s scarred,
Bruised and battered,
And I wonder,
Am I ready to love again?

Can I open up these walls,
That I’ve built so high?
Can I let someone in,
And trust them with my heart?
Or will I just get hurt,
Like all the times before?

I want to give my all,
To love without fear,
To dive in headfirst,
And not look back.
But the fear, it lingers,
Whispering in my ear,
“What if it doesn’t work?
What if you fall again?”

I’m torn between craving and fear,
Between the need to be loved,
And the fear of getting hurt.
I want to believe that love is still out there,
That someone is waiting,
Someone who’ll see me for who I am,
And love me, scars and all.

But what if I’m not ready?
What if my heart isn’t strong enough,
To bear the weight of love again?
What if I’ve lost the ability,
To trust, to hope, to dream?

Yet deep down,
There’s a part of me that still believes,
That love is worth the risk,
That somewhere out there,
Is a love that’s true,
A love that heals,
A love that stays.

So here I stand,
On the edge of love,
Scared but willing,
Hurt but hopeful,
Ready to take the plunge,
To give it one more try,
Because in the end,
I know that love,
True love,
Is worth fighting for.

And maybe, just maybe,
This time,
It’ll be different.
Maybe this time,
I’ll find the love I’ve been craving,
The love that’s real,
The love that lasts.

Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.