9 February 2013
A monster sits in my chest and my belly Coiled and waiting to strike. It rips open my newly-torn, nearly-healed scabs Spears my heart on a razor-sharp pike.
Every time I have wandered out, And put my heart on display - That monster sits in outside in waiting, To dine without delay.
Others open hearts and minds, And suffer no reproach! Living lives of trust and love, That monsters dar'nt approach.
What I'd give to live that life! As open as summer skies - To never fear the cunning monster Pain hanging before my eyes.
On Trust • Opuss № I