Poetryseeds

Far from the eagle eye

Of pretenders.

I have been bound by love calls

Far too often,

And I am fragile and broken.

In here,

Lay on softest cushion,

And oceans away from life’s abuse,

I am content.

A silver key

Holds me to safety,

And the silence is a rhapsody.

For now,

Loves heavy chains have

Tethered me to despondency and pain.

Maybe, when faith is restored,

Passion will manifest and

Loves beacon will shine bright.

Only then will I crawl from concealment

And venture to love again……