In Control
My meaning was mistaken
and by you, offense was taken,
so in defense you quarantined your soul,
and safe inside you set
your screens for self-protection,
so you're always in control.
Yet you seem nervous, disconnected,
struggling to find your way,
relationships are hard to handle
so you frighten men away,
running from what might delight you,
missing out on making hay.
The issue of control is hazy,
when to open up and fly,
when to close your heart to options
that may land you in a lie.
May your choices be the right ones,
take that leap of faith and try.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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