Separated by miles,
yet close as my screen
Are you real?
Lover, tender and fierce,
drawing me in,
breaking down walls
fast as I put them up.
Why am I scared?
Passion, heat, anger
rages between us;
searing my heart,
making me scream,
making me cry
I open doors long sealed,
even from myself.
I kneel naked before you,
every inch of my soul
an open book to you.
Yet the wounded child still lives within.
I lash out,
cutting you with my words.
You cry out
in rage and pain.
I turn my back
even as I long to comfort you.
Why must I push away
what I want most?
My soul shrieks
with frustration and sorrow
as you close your heart to me.
I am trapped yet again
in my prison of isolation,
watching helplessly
as the walls go up around me.
Will I ever be free?

--Jade








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