Untitled (July 13, 2012)

Within

Your cupped hands

You hold

A broken soul.

Desperately

Crying out

For love

And understanding.

Only

To be repeatedly

Broken

Time after time.

Until

The pain becomes

Too unbearable

To continue.

Scared

To open up

And trust

Other people

Again.

So

Please

Be gentle.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. I think some of your word choice is a little stale and overdone, but you do present your message fairly well through it. I'd consider going over this again and maybe thinking about how to streamline this better, but that's up to you.

[therisa]

Thank you, Trigorin, for reading this poem. As for your advice about revisiting this poem, it's a closed window on a moment of my life. Was going through a lot of issues surrounding depression.