Guarded

You gave your heart to me
I cannot give you mine

I’m afraid I lost it

Somewhere shielded, guarded, safe
That cannot even be reached with time

My heart is cracked, with only room for one
Just as the ocean is filled with water,
I can only give what I have left to my daughter

I cannot carry your burdens, your insecurities and dismay
I can hardly carry my own, while I slowly wither away

You were never too much
It is that I am not enough

Everything I felt for you was true
As pure as I can give

I hope that one day you will understand
Just as one day I hope to no longer live

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

What a decisive post, VeronickaRKL. Your words like very clearly yet there seems to be a clutching of straws, trying to understand or accept the past. You've panned yourself and yet your mind seems as centred as it can be.. except - except for the final line. A thinker like you is vulnerable perhaps but that is outwighted by you logic in giving, not snatching in the past. You seem strong, but worn out. Perhaps accept and find quiet - now?