I\u2019ve been here before,
In the space between love and loneliness,
Where the echoes of past heartbreaks
Resonate louder than the whispers of new beginnings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve stood on the edge of vulnerability,
Looking down at the possibility of love,
And wondered\u2014
Do I dare dive in again?
Or do I stay on this ledge,
Safe from the storms but far from the sun?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see, my heart\u2019s been a battlefield,
Fought wars in the name of love,
And I\u2019ve lost more battles than I\u2019ve won.
Each scar tells a story,
Of trust given too freely,
Of love that faded like a forgotten song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I crave love\u2014
Real, raw, undeniable.
The kind that wraps around you,
That holds you close in the darkest of nights,
That feels like home even when the world is a mess.
But can I handle the weight of it?
Can I trust my heart to hold it without breaking?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve watched others find it,
That one love that makes them glow.
I\u2019ve seen their joy,
And I\u2019ve wondered,
Why not me?
Is it that I\u2019m too broken,
Too guarded,
Too afraid to let someone in?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve built walls\u2014
High, strong, impenetrable.
They keep the pain out,
But they also keep the love out.
I\u2019ve been safe, yes,
But also empty,
Longing for the very thing I\u2019m afraid to reach for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve had nights where loneliness clings to me like a second skin,
Where the silence is so loud it drowns out my thoughts.
I\u2019ve stared at my reflection,
And asked the same question over and over\u2014
Am I ready to love again?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to believe I am.
I want to think that there\u2019s someone out there,
Someone patient, someone kind,
Who will see past the scars and the walls,
And touch the part of me that still believes in love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I\u2019m scared\u2014
Scared of the unknown,
Of the what-ifs and the maybes.
Scared that I\u2019ll open my heart
Only to watch it break again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet, there\u2019s a voice inside me,
A small, quiet whisper,
That tells me to try,
To take that leap of faith,
To let go of the past and reach for the future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here I stand,
On the edge of love and fear,
Torn between the desire to hold on
And the need to let go.
But maybe, just maybe,
It\u2019s time to trust that love can heal,
That it can be more than just pain and heartbreak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe it\u2019s time to believe
That true love is worth the risk,
That it\u2019s worth the scars and the tears,
Because at the end of the day,
It\u2019s love that makes us whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I\u2019ll take a breath,
And I\u2019ll take that step,
One foot in front of the other,
Walking towards love,
With a guarded heart,
But a longing soul.
Hoping that this time,
This time,
Love will be the one that stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve been here before,In the space between love and loneliness,Where the echoes of past heartbreaksResonate louder than the whispers of new beginnings. I\u2019ve stood on the edge of vulnerability,Looking down at the possibility of love,And wondered\u2014Do I dare dive in again?Or do I stay on this ledge,Safe from the storms but far from the sun? 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