I am afraid to love
This moment when it’s possible
I tremble on the precipice
And will not fall
I am afraid to care
Such sweetness does not mix with me
It has no place within my soul
It cannot call
I’m terrified of touch
To reach into the darkness here
I may find that I would disappear
I do not dare
Too petrified to kiss
I’ll let the moment pass unseen
Pretend I never noticed this
And do not care
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
May I reblog tomorrow? This reminds me of me for the better part of my existence . . .
Of course you may – thank you so much, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂
Thank YOU! 🙂
Fear not to love
Fear not to fall
Fear not to kiss
Enjoy them all
Thanks Chris, very wise counsel!! 🙂 🙂
I see that aspect of our lives Helen where fear takes over all logic and action. Something we all deal with on a daily basis. Enjoy your day.
Thanks Michael, hope you have a great day too!! 🙂 🙂
Sigh…. I can relate to this very well. Wonderfully penned, as always, Sis! 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
and if we remain too afraid – we lose ourselves ~ spreading wings and enveloping love and change ~ if we do not try, we shall never know. Beautiful piece Helen.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Helen this piece feels very personal. Heart-breaking and beautifully written, I do not regret for a moment the risks I took for Sam, I think it anything love is worth it
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Love that poem, Helen! Bravo!
Thanks Eric!! 🙂 🙂
Reblogged this on That's a Jenn Story and commented:
The Tuesday Reblog
I usually find something with which to resonate in Helen Valentina’s poems. I guess I decided to reblog this one because it reminded me of my approach to romantic love for most of my adult life. Some of this approach may have developed from my fear of compromising principles I held dear and important, and in hindsight, I still think those principles are dear and important, but sometimes I wonder if there might have been a way to move beyond this fear and still keep them. Anyway. I present you Helen Valentina, The Readership.