quietly confiding in me
has become tiresome
and bouncing ideas off myself
has become a little one-sided.
yet my secrets need to be
wrapped delicatley in tissue
because I'm just not brave enough
to bare myself.
I have before...
but my knees got scraped
quite badly, I noticed, after
picking myself up.

already my confessions
have been mocked
but I hold my head high
because to me, they belong.
And my voice does not
project well....
I'm still finding it.

my life? I'm trying to be true
but the art of for.give.ness
has proven to be elusive
The art of giving love (or not)
has come easy.....I can not
succumb to another
until my wounds are healed.

I'm still licking them...
and I can't give you a time frame.

my needs? A little lonely, but
if putting my needs first means
being lonely, then so be it.

brrrrrr.....it's cold down here.