Originally written April 2014
I’m reeling at my losses. They are what I’ve known my entire life. They stand, point to point, marking each moment I’ve become more alone. Oft times when I open up to someone they eventually close me down. Now many of my closest friends are people I hardly know. One has to start somewhere it seems. All the starting is disheartening when it will only lead to ending again. I’m frayed and I’m wary. Still, I feel the impulse to plug myself fully into loving others. Despite this, I can't seem to muster the energy required to trust again. My bleeding heart has a faded pulse. I am drained. Won’t someone please, please, please recharge me?
I’m reeling at my losses. They are what I’ve known my entire life. They stand, point to point, marking each moment I’ve become more alone. Oft times when I open up to someone they eventually close me down. Now many of my closest friends are people I hardly know. One has to start somewhere it seems. All the starting is disheartening when it will only lead to ending again. I’m frayed and I’m wary. Still, I feel the impulse to plug myself fully into loving others. Despite this, I can't seem to muster the energy required to trust again. My bleeding heart has a faded pulse. I am drained. Won’t someone please, please, please recharge me?
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