I’ve been walking this road for a while,
A long, winding path paved with broken promises
And shattered dreams.
Every step I take echoes with the ghosts of loves lost,
And sometimes, I wonder if love is even real,
Or just a cruel joke played on those
Who dare to dream of forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve given my heart before,
Laid it bare in the hands of someone
Who promised the world
But left me with nothing but pieces,
Scattered, jagged edges that I\u2019ve tried to fit back together.
But no matter how hard I try,
The cracks still show,
And the pain still lingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I crave love, the kind they write about in books,
The kind that fills you up,
Makes you whole,
But every time I get close,
I pull back.
I want it, I need it,
But I’m scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scared of falling again,
Scared of the pain that comes with love,
The kind that tears you apart from the inside out,
Leaves you gasping for air,
Wondering if you’ll ever breathe easy again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see couples walking hand in hand,
Their smiles bright,
Their love like a beacon in the dark,
And I wonder if that could be me,
If I could ever be that free,
To love without fear,
To trust without hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But my heart\u2026 it’s fragile,
Worn thin from too many heartbreaks,
Too many nights spent crying into a pillow,
Praying for the pain to stop.
I want to give it all,
To dive into love with open arms,
But every time I get close,
I feel the fear creeping in,
The doubt that whispers,
“What if it happens again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What if I open up,
Let someone in,
Only to be left broken once more?
What if the love I crave
Is just a fantasy,
A dream that will never come true?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I try to convince myself
That I’m better off alone,
That I don’t need love to be whole,
But deep down, I know the truth.
I need it,
I want it,
But I’m scared of the cost,
Scared that I don’t have enough left to give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I walk this road,
Alone, but not really.
My heart is still here,
Beating, hoping, dreaming,
But it’s guarded now,
Hidden behind walls built from pain and fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I crave love,
But I\u2019m not sure I\u2019m ready,
Not sure my heart can take another hit,
Not sure I can give it all again,
But maybe, just maybe,
There\u2019s someone out there,
Someone who can see past the walls,
Past the fear,
Someone who can help me believe again,
Help me find the strength to give it all,
To love without fear,
To finally be free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until then, I\u2019ll keep walking,
One step at a time,
Carrying the hope that one day,
I\u2019ll find the love I crave,
The love I deserve,
And when that day comes,
I hope I\u2019ll be ready,
Ready to give it all,
Ready to love again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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