I\u2019ve 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I gave my heart,
Like a gift wrapped in hope,
And watched as it was taken,
Then tossed aside,
As if my love wasn\u2019t enough,
As if I wasn\u2019t enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I craved connection,
Yearned for that deep bond,
Where two souls become one,
Where love isn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2019s scarred,
Bruised and battered,
And I wonder,
Am I ready to love again?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can I open up these walls,
That I\u2019ve 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?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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,
\u201cWhat if it doesn\u2019t work?
What if you fall again?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m 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\u2019ll see me for who I am,
And love me, scars and all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what if I\u2019m not ready?
What if my heart isn\u2019t strong enough,
To bear the weight of love again?
What if I\u2019ve lost the ability,
To trust, to hope, to dream?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet deep down,
There\u2019s a part of me that still believes,
That love is worth the risk,
That somewhere out there,
Is a love that\u2019s true,
A love that heals,
A love that stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And maybe, just maybe,
This time,
It\u2019ll be different.
Maybe this time,
I\u2019ll find the love I\u2019ve been craving,
The love that\u2019s real,
The love that lasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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