Inside Out

Inside Out
Teresa Sharp
January 11, 2012

I wish that I could be so bold
To leave no secret left untold.
Again my heart does long to trust,
But woeful risk, upon will thrust.
And since it rent, it dare not plunge,
For pain of past it can’t expunge.
So, insecure and scared am I,
And deep within, my secrets lie.
What secrets, say you, lie within?
The whole of me, my all, my yin.
The outermost, I dare expose.
So, know me, some, I’m sure, suppose.
But keep the raw and intimate
Securely bound, without permit.

Perhaps one day my heart will pang
When brushed, though unaware, by yang.
And aimlessly, I may at last,
Perhaps undaunted, shed the past.
I cannot choose to make this so.
No strength have I to just let go.
My steadfast clasp cannot release.
Alone, my fears, I cannot cease.
Yet sweetly must it be unhinged,
And slowly, softly lest I cringe.
Attempting then, my heart repair,
To open tenderly with care.
Sincerest patience may amount
To gently draw my inside out.

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