Reason with me

Reason with me

Touch my heart

With the beauty of words

There is no simple way

To unlock a soul

Constrained

In a prison of its own making

Bound by chains

Wrought from

An iron will

Designed to keep it safe

From confrontation

In a wrangle

Between acceptance

And rejection

The risk inherent

In connection

Is always there

When we touch love

Without gloves

We feel the burn

But the good soul knows

It is better we try

To live

Before we die

Purgatory awaits

The enfeebled heart

Afraid to open

Its bloodied frozen gates

To the beauty

And pain

Of living again