My life has been contagious to quirky moments. I have
even called myself quirky many a times. Yet the honey
I drop for those to come a calling tends to have stinging
Clarity of the shields these detested insects project, fooled
me. I fell within their stinging lies and thrashed through
webs of deceit to cling deep within their arms.
One does tend to ask, why did you allow it?
Yet the question that angers me the most is
why did I chose to open myself?
And even in those doubting mentions towards
my own choices, time grates over the wounds
festering. This depth of my temper rising proves
that I probably, in sound mind, would not have
allowed it the second time around.
And now where does the time stop? How do
I heal the heart, the spirit from the life I led?
How do I move forward when all that is
before me are reminders of the hurt?
Build a wall again. Reinforce it.
Lessons learned and inflammed, festering
Leave me alone is all I