Afraid to Love

English: White rose

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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

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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16 Responses to Afraid to Love

  1. Jennwith2ns says:

    May I reblog tomorrow? This reminds me of me for the better part of my existence . . .

  2. Fear not to love
    Fear not to fall
    Fear not to kiss
    Enjoy them all
    🙂

  3. 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.

  4. Skye says:

    Sigh…. I can relate to this very well. Wonderfully penned, as always, Sis! 🙂

  5. 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.

  6. 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

  7. Eric says:

    Love that poem, Helen! Bravo!

  8. Jennwith2ns says:

    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.

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