At last, I want to stay
A poem

I closed my heart For fear or fright, I hid my light But not enough My heart grew cold Became tough.
Inflexible really, Life so insipid, dreary All those years, so sad And bone-weary, Spent running, hiding And turning away
Saying no, not now Not ever. Now or never? I’ll take never. For what? Good grief
For fear of falling and Failing when it matters most. I’m done, So done. Now, I don’t want to run.