When Will I??

 

 

When will I become whole again

and feel my heart is on the mend?

When will I laugh and like the sound

of happiness that's all around?

When will I let my mind be at ease

no longer always trying to please?

When will I find a place of peace?

Can anyone out there tell me, please?

When will I open up my heart

to the place where love begins and starts?

When will I feel safe once more

to walk life's peaceful, water's shores?

When will I let a man get close

the true intent of my heart to know?

When will I stop being afraid

of love and life and every day?

When will I feel so strong again

to stop the stopping and begin?

When will I let someone touch me

and not be afraid of what he sees?

When will I let my lips meet his

to join together in passions kiss?

When will I let my walls fall down

and let someone's love surround?

When will I become whole again

and let my heart be on the mend?

Reviews

[closed account]

it will happen again, you will have love given to you the way you love to give it!!
this was written with dignity and grace!!

[Rhine Wolf]

that day will come when you decide to let the walls down. that is not to say that it will be easy, but necessary.

loved the poems flow, and meaning. Great expression of wanting to be loved, but to afraid of the hurt.

Blessed be,
Fallon

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The question we must ask after love has betrayed our hearts... such a poetic way to get out your emotions and fears... I admire your courage to express your vulnerability

[darkgurl]

When will I let a man get close
the true intent of my heart to know?
When will I stop being afraid
of love and life and every day?
When will I feel so strong again
to stop the stopping and begin?

I search for these answers almost every day. I connected with these lines really the whole thing, This is expressed well, full of emotion You are such a powerful writer I admire your strength in words......Kim

[Chemistry]

I love this poem. For the world's sake I hope you have already started but are not aware of it. The poet in you is sprouting it's wings and taking flight. We will all marvel in your resurection.