On

Moving on...

On

I am different from others in that I do not know how to handle pain.

Physical pain bothers me very little.

It is the emotional pain that punishes with crippling unyielding misery.

I love and do so with all my might.

I was hurt once by someone I believed would never do so.

I was hurt by someone sworn to protect my most sensitive part.

My heart.

Time has continued and the pain is as intense as in the yesteryear.

I am different.

I know not of this land called On.

 I know not my way to On.

 I cannot move On.

Here I shall dwell in the valley where lies love and hope on either side.

May I make my bed upon the grass of each.