Once Burned...
A poem about having your guard up, and the vulnerability that comes with having it unsuspectingly burnt to the ground.
Before you I was open, unassuming, I let everyone in.
Until you breached my defences; pumped petrol into my heart;
And then so flippantly, flicked a match into my aorta - with such precision.
You always were a good shot.
Now I sit alone, heaving out black smoke,
And spewing fire at anyone who gets too close.
I strengthened my defences.
So no one like you can ever breach them again,
Encased in barbed wire fencing I tend,
To a tiny, charred, black heart,
That slowly, I'll try to mend.
Quietly hoping perhaps one day...
It will run red,
Again.
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Rebekah Crawley
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Comments (2)
Brilliant, bold & beautiful!!! Loved this!!!❤️❤️💕
And spewing fire at anyone who gets too close. This line hit me so hard because this is what I've become now. I've become to toxic and cold. I mended my charred heart a few times and let people in again only for them to pump petrol into my heart and flick a match into my aorta with such precision. And now, I'm extremely exhausted of trying to mend it. I loved your poem so much!